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.

About this poem
"On the Grasshopper and Cricket" was published in John Keats' book "Poems" (C. & J. Ollier, 1817).

About John Keats
John Keats was born in London on Oct. 31, 1795. Some of his collections include "Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems" (1820) and "Edymion: A Poetic Romance" (1818). The English Romantic poet died on Feb. 23, 1821, at the age of 25.

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