Salt Lake Telegram | 1913-10-04 | Page 4 | Snapshots

SNAPSHOTS The poetry of ot earth Is never dead When all the are faint taInt with th the hot sun oun And hide In tn cooling cooling- trees a a. voice will run From hedge to hed hedge above the new mown me mead d. d That is s the grasshoppers he h takes the I lead leadIn leadIn ad In Tn summer lu luxury luxury luxury-be he has never done With his delights for tor when tired out with fun He rests at case beneath some pleasant weed The poetry of ot earth Is ceasing never On a lono lone winter evening when the frost trost tIns Has wrought a silence allonce from tho the tans stars t rs there shrills The crickets cricket's song 0 n 1 In warmth increasing ever And seems to on ons In drowsiness half halt Io lost t. t Tho The grasshoppers grasshopper's among some aoma grassy h hills s. s John Keats 0 S The death th of ot earth rth Is la to b become me water wl and the death of water is II to b become come air nil and the tho death of ot air all is 8 to b become me fire fire- and