Richard Lovelace - The Grasshopper

O THOU that swing'st upon the waving hair
   Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk every night with a delicious tear
   Dropt thee from heaven, where thou wert rear'd!

The joys of earth and air are thine entire,
   That with thy feet and wings dost hop and fly;
And when thy poppy works, thou dost retire
   To thy carved acorn-bed to lie.

Up with the day, the Sun thou welcom'st then,
   Sport'st in the gilt plaits of his beams,
And all these merry days mak'st merry men,
   Thyself, and melancholy streams.

Richard Lovelace

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