The Grasshopper and the Cricket 　　John Keats 　　

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.

蝈蝈和蛐蛐 约翰.济慈

大地的诗歌从来不会死亡： 　　

当所有的鸟儿因骄阳而昏晕， 　　

隐藏在阴凉的林中，就有一种声音 　　

在新割的草地周围的树篱上飘荡 　　

那就是蝈蝈的乐音啊! 它争先 　　

沉醉于盛夏的豪华，它从未感到 　　

自己的喜悦消逝，一旦唱得疲劳了， 　　

便舒适地栖息在可喜的草丛中间。

大地的诗歌呀，从来没有停息： 　　

在寂寞的冬天夜晚，当严霜凝成 　　

一片宁静，从炉边就弹起了 　　

蛐蛐的歌儿，在逐渐升高的暖气， 　　

昏昏欲睡中，人们感到那声音 　　

仿佛就是蝈蝈在草茸茸的山上鸣叫。