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.
Summary
This poem is of nature that how the poetry of the earth never ceases. It goes on through summer and winter. Grasshopper and Cricket are used as symbols. This poem is written by John Keats.
The poet says that the poetry of the earth never ends, when all the birds hide and protect themselves in the trees, a voice runs throughout the place, it is of the grasshopper. It comes out and enjoys the luxury of the summer; it takes rest under weeds and enjoys.
The poetry never ceases in winters also. In lonely winter evenings, when frost brings the silence, the sound of the cricket’s song brings warmth and seems as though one is half lost in drowsiness. This is the time when grasshopper hides among some grassy hills.
The birds remain silent and hide in winter. Also on a frosty day there is utter silence on all sides. Then suddenly the silence is broken by the song of a cricket. Its voice comes from a pile of stores. Thus, the music of the earth is endless.