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[CDC] Quand me vient la crainte de cesser d'être
When I have fears that I may cease to be,
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garments the full-ripened grain.
When I behold, upon a 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 wild world I stand alone and think
Til Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
-John Keats, 1817
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