English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 536. On the Grasshopper and Cricket |
| | | John Keats (17951821) |
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| THE POETRY of earth is never dead; | |
| When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, | |
| And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run | |
| From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; | |
| That is the grasshoppershe takes the lead | 5 |
| In summer luxury,he has never done | |
| With his delights, for when tired out with fun | |
| He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. | |
| The poetry of earth is ceasing never: | |
| On a lone winter evening, when the frost | 10 |
| Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills | |
| The crickets song, in warmth increasing ever, | |
| And seems to one in drowsiness half lost, | |
| The grasshoppers among some grassy hills. | |
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