Listen to:
The Grasshopper and the Cricket (:50)
by John Keats
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
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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