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THE GRASSHOPPER AND THE CRICKET

By
John Keats
December 1816


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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 poetry of earth is ceasing never:

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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