On the Grasshopper and Cricket

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On the Grasshopper and Cricket  (1816) 
by John Keats


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.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.