A special thank you to Joe "Highrock" Giove for
re-introducing me to the poetry of John Keats.
"The world is upheld by the veracity of good men: they make the earth
Ralph Waldo Emerson
last of the great Romantic English poets,
dead of tuberculosis at 25 years of age
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Ode on a Grecian Urn
"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 glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact'ry,
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.
by Alexander Pushkin
"When the loud day for men who sow and reap