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I. Thou shrill-voiced cricket there / In yonder corner, / Thou remindest me / Of joys departed, and of fair / And fallen summer. O little mourner, / Cease thy pensive fluting, / Lest a flood of melancholy, / Sad as thine, / That to my heart is suiting, / Encompass me -- it is unholy / Thus to pine / For fallen joys or days departed, / E'en though thou art so broken-hearted, / For moments are divine.
II. Silent art thou? -- thanks to thee, / O little cricket / Underneath my chair; / Thanks to thee -- yet would I see / Thy shadow less -- out to yon thicket!