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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