本帖最后由 埃文河天鹅 于 2010-10-25 11:18 编辑
when i have fears that i may cease to be
before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain
before high-piled books in charact'ry
hold like rich garners the full ripened grain
when i behold, upon night's starred face
huge symbols of the high romance,
and think that i may never live to trace
their shadows with the magic hands of chance
and when i feel, fair creature of an hour,
that i may never love on thee more,
nor have the 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 doth sink |