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.
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.
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.
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 stone there shrills
The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stone there shrills
The cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,