Saturday, August 7, 2010

when all the birds are faint...

“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.”

~john keats

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