“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.” —English poet John Keats (1795-1821), “On the Grasshopper and Cricket,” Dec. 30, 1816, reprinted in The Complete Poems of John Keats (1994)
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.” —English poet John Keats (1795-1821), “On the Grasshopper and Cricket,” Dec. 30, 1816, reprinted in The Complete Poems of John Keats (1994)
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