When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be (John Keats)

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Discussion Questions:
1. What anxieties around mortality does this speaker seem most fixated on?
2. Do you sense any changes in the speaker’s approach to his philosophical conflict as the poem progresses? What do you make of the last two lines of this poem?

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