The original submitted by wesley-
When I have fears...
John Keats (1795-1821)

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, 5
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And feel 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, 10
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.

Stripped of imagery by weirdelf (sorry, Wes, I was ruthless)
BY JOHN KEATS

When I worry I might die
Before I’ve finished all I can think to write,
made a body of work, well writ,
A library of my greatest works
When I look up into the sky there's stars,
and great clouds I see in shapeless forms
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the pen I use to them describe;
And when I feel, you passing girl of fancy,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the fleeting power
Of healthy virgin running for her honour—
then alone and horny I stand
, and think
I’d rather have a fuck and then a drink.