One of my sisters sent me this when I told her that I was taking too long to write and keep finding distractions keeping me away from what I know I want to do. Wonderful Keats:
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high pil’d & grave’d books, in charactry,
Hold like rich gamers the full ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel 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 shall I 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.
Good writing all you poets out there