On The Grasshopper And Cricket [sonnet]

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Title:     On The Grasshopper And Cricket [sonnet]
Author: John Keats [More Titles by Keats]

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.

_December 30, 1816._

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John Keats's poem: On The Grasshopper And Cricket [sonnet]

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