The fear of death can take a desperate grip in the mind of the poet at times, and make him contemplate deeply on the manner in which his knowledgeable brain would ever be able to reproduce his works, through the might of his pen, in writing. The agonizing worry that his works in words and letters, will pile up the harvest in books just like the ripened grain that fills up the granaries after a great harvesting season, only remain a distant dream for him.
When he gazes upon the starlit skies at night, looking at the massive abode of clouds passing by and experiencing the high spirits of romance, it makes him believe that he may not live long enough to see the remnants of his works, excel in this world. It will take him more than a lucky chance to live and see the wonders of his works, and that would be his last wish in this life.
Keats’ next concern is the love his life, the girl whom he fondly love and desires to marry. Since he is aware of his untimely end which is close at hand, he bids her eternal farewell as they are compelled to go separate ways due to the unfortunate circumstances. The short lived romance between the two is but a fairytale for they can look at each other only from a safe distance.
From thence onward he has to face the remaining days of his life alone, just like a person standing on the seashore all by himself and live by the thought that his love -life and his fame will drown forever to nothingness.