| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. On the Grasshopper and Cricket | | By John Keats (17951821) |
| | | 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 Grasshoppers; he 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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