"There is the grasshopper, my summer friend - "
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Title
"There is the grasshopper, my summer friend - "
Description
There is the grasshopper, my summer friend, -
Shrill sings the drowsy wassaileer in his dome,
The minute sound of many a sunny hour
Passed on a thymy hill, when I could sendMy soul in search thereof by bank and bower,
Till lured far from it by a foxglove flower,Nodding too dangerously above the crag,
Not to excite the passion and the powerTo climb the steep, and down the blossom drag:
Then the marsh crocus joined, and yellow water flag.
Shrill sings the drowsy wassaileer in his dome,
Yon grassy wilderness, where curls the fern,
And creeps the ivy; with the wish to roamHe spreads his sails and bright is his sojourn,
'Mid chalices with dews in every urn;All flying things alike delight have found -
Where'er I gaze, to what new region turn,Ten thousand insects in the air abound,
Flitting on glancing wings that yield a summer's sound.
Creator
Wiffin (Jeremiah Holmes Wiffin)
Source
New Series 2:18, p. 72
Date
1841.07.03
Contributor
From "Midsummer in the Fields" by William Howitt
Collection
Citation
Wiffin (Jeremiah Holmes Wiffin), “"There is the grasshopper, my summer friend - ",” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/425.
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