Friday, 17 May 2013

Personal demons dethroned, we become masters of fate

Michael Whelan: Elric of Melnibone

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 gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pil├Ęd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

When I behold, upon the 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 wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.