THE GRASSHOPPER From ODE TO MR. C. COTTON RICHARD LOVELACE H! thou that swingst upon the waving ear Drunk every night with a delicious tear, Dropt thee from heaven, where thou wert reared; The joys of earth and air are thine entire, That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly, And, when thy poppy works, thou dost retire To thy carved acorn-bed to lie. Up with the day, the Sun thou welcomest then, S VIRTUE GEORGE HERBERT WEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. THE THIRSTY EARTH SOAKS UP THE RAIN ABRAHAM COWLEY HE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, THE And drinks, and gapes for drink again, THE GRASSHOPPER ABRAHAM COWLEY APPY insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Nor does thy luxury destroy. The shepherd gladly heareth thee, More harmonious than he. Thee, country minds with gladness hear, Prophet of the ripened year! Thee Phoebus loves and does inspire; To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Dost neither age nor winter know: But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal) Sated with the summer feast |