The Poetry of Earth by John Keats (1795- 1820) 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,17 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. Summary of the poem (The poem "The Poetry of Earth Is Never Dead" by John Keats celebrates the beauty and vitality of nature. The speaker argues that even in the midst of winter, when the earth seems dead, there is still poetry to be found. The grasshopper's song in summer and th...
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