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The Grasshopper and the CricketJohn 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 The cricket , song , in warmth in