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Of Time And Circumstance
(When I Have Fears - John Keats, sonnet revisited)
by Deborah Russell
When I fear this sweet breath will cease to be
Before poetry has been gleaned from grain,
And rhyme refused to play its melodies ,
In autumn's falling leaves and summer's rain;
When I pray, 'neath a moon, in silent grace,
And gather cosmic realms of pure romance,
I wonder if I'll live to see the face
That rewrites poems of time and circumstance;
That I could leave this desperate hour,
And travel to a peaceful waiting shore,
To never fall to a worldly power
And taste sweetness of the ever more.
In solitude I stand alone and write
A psalm of everlasting love this night.
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