Monday, October 31, 2016

Never Dead, Never Ceasing

The poetry of earth is never dead . . .

Happy 221st Birthday John Keats: born on Halloween 1795
Gone too soon: February 23, 1821

"The Grave of Keats" ~ by Walter Crane
At the Ashmolean Museum, Oxford University, England
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
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
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.

And here's another little autumnal insect, to go along
with the Grasshopper and the Cricket . . .
the Ladybug!
Thanks to Carmen & Sacred Mists

Further reading for the three - day season of
From Catholic & Protestant Perspectives


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