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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.