My friend captured a picture of me while this poem was being recited in my head - which it has been for two weeks...incessantly.

"When I have fears that I may cease to be/ Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-piled 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." - John Keats