John Keats' "On the Grasshopper and the Cricket"

Link to Original Poem: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16757

A Poem Within the Poem:

The poetry of earth is birds.
When the sun is hiding in cool trees,
a grasshopper will run from hedge to hedge
about the new-mown mead,
never done with a fun summer voice,
faintly pleasant with luxury.

The poetry of earth never rests at ease.
On the frost, delights lead a lone winter evening
beneath wrought silence. From the stove,
there shrills warmth in the cricket's grassy song,
increasing ever, and seems to one,
the grasshopper's among some drowsy hills.