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V. WRITTEN JULY, 1824.
How oft amid the heaped and bedded hay,Under the oak's broad shadow deep and strong,
Have we sate listening to the noonday song
(If song it were monotonously gay)
Which crept along the field, the summer lay
Of the grasshopper. Summer is come in pride
Of fruit and flower, garlanded as a bride,
And crowned with corn, and graced with length of day.
But cold is come with her. We sit not now
Listening that merry music of the earth
Like Ariel “beneath the blossomed bough;”
But all for chillness round the social hearth
We cluster.—Hark!—a note of kindred mirth
Echoes!—Oh, wintery cricket, welcome thou!
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