I remember this here word from Ed Edd and Eddy. Lackadaisy Cathro Disease... So anwyay, I really love this poem by Keats. I understand this whole NeoClassical writing style of his (though it sometimes can be a bit tedious), and I like the way he writes. This is his "When I Have Fears" poem, and even though it is sad and has an underlying meaning of our finiteness and how things so elevated can be impossible, I just plain like the way he does it. When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, 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. The whole thing about the "fair creature" is a woman; he is cataloguing very nicely here by putting this after the repetitive stanzas that represent futility. You never will have time to read all the books, write till your mind is exhausted of ideas; you'll never live long enough to watch the very stars move in the heavens; and he'll never live long enough to see his adoration returned. He makes an interesting point, however, in the end: "Then on the shore/ of the wide world I stand alone and think/ till love and fame to nothingness do sink." This is basically saying that when he is worried about all of this, he will just stand at the edge of existence and let time and memory pass him by, till he may come back and have a solution to remedy all of these feelings.