document.write("When I have fears that I may cease to be<br />Before my pen has glean\\\'d my teeming brain,<br />Before high-piled books, in charactery,<br />Hold like rich garners the full ripen\\\'d grain;<br />When I behold, upon the night\\\'s starr\\\'d face,<br />Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,<br />And think that I may never live to trace<br />Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;<br />And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,<br />That I shall never look upon thee more,<br />Never have relish in the faery power<br />Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore<br />Of the wide world I stand alone, and think<br />Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.");