On the Grasshopper and Cricket by John Keats

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On the Grasshopper and Cricket by John Keats
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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 Grasshopper's—he takes the lead 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 poеtry of earth is ceasing nevеr: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever And seems to one in drowsiness half lost The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills
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- John Keats