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Fears — Threads and Tuneage
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,Before high-piled books, in charactery,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 traceTheir shadows, with the magic hand of