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/ Hear you r o music in the creaks / Made by the sallow grasshopper, / Who in the hot weeds sharply breaks / The mellow dryness with his cheer? / Or did you by the hearthstones hear / The cricket's kind, shrill strain when frost / Worked mysteries of silver near / Upon the casement's panes, and lost / Without the gate-post seemed a sheeted ghost?
/ Or through the dank, dim Springtide's night / Green minstrels of the marshlands tune / Their hoarse lyres in the pale twilight, / Hailing the sickle of the moon / From flag-thronged pools that glassed her lune? / Or in the Summer, dry and loud, / The hard cicada whirr aboon / His long lay in a poplar's cloud, / When the thin heat rose wraith-like in a shroud?