July 14, 2019

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 delight...

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