"On the Grasshopper and Cricket"

Random Poetry List XC

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 poetry of earth is ceasing never:
   On a lone winter's 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.

John Keats (1795-1821)

Originally e-mailed on Tuesday, November 20, 2001 @ 6:34 PM.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Thu. 11/20/08 06:56:44 AM
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