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Sonnet · Death & Loss

When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be

by John Keats · 1848

Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,

Before high pilèd books, in charactry,

Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd 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.

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Poem
When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be
Poet
John Keats
Published
1848
Length
13 lines
Form
Sonnet
Themes
Death & Loss, Love, Dreams & Sleep

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Shape
13 lines · one 13-line stanza
End rhyme
ABACDCDEFEFGG.
Line length
Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).

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Author record
John Keats1795–1821
Source record
WikisourceWhen I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be by john-keats, Wikisource transcription
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
Publication record
1848
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