中小學(xué)英語(yǔ)誦讀名篇54 On the Grasshopper and Cricket 蟈蟈與蛐蛐

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.

﹝英﹞濟(jì)慈（John Keats）