You dazzled me. There is nothing in the world so bright and delicate. - John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
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 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.

When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain
Clings cruelly to us.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.