On the Grasshopper and Cricket
John Keats
1795 to 1821
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The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
In summer luxury,—he has never done
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Poetry of earth is never dead:
The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
That is the Grasshopper's—he takes the lead
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;