When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry,
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
My friend tells me society's rejects learn early to entertain themselves and therefore need their time alone even after finding their place and their people in the world.
I've never felt as lonely as I do in a crowd. I wouldn't share these moments for anything, selfish as it may be.
I am here. You've waited for me like a good friend, and I'm in no hurry to leave.
Pictures taken at Mallaig, on the Isle of Skye, and on Ben Nevis. The photos don't do justice to how quiet the air is there when the wind pauses.
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