When I Have Fears


Some days are so beautiful they just about break my heart with longing to capture a little bit of it.

When I was in high school, I wrote out part of this poem on butcher paper and put it on my bedroom wall. I hope every parent lets their kids decorate their rooms. It might just be their first palette. It might just be a collage of who they are becoming.

You will learn a lot if you look.

When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be

By 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.

2 thoughts on “When I Have Fears

  1. jjones says:

    Wonderful. That brought tears to my eyes. My parents let me stick my stuff up and I was always so proud.

  2. kitty says:


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