klausnick/莫罗佐夫·尼科莱/профан (klausnick) wrote,
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On the Grasshopper and Cricket

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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