Has wrought a silence from the stone there shrills
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The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a long winter evening when the forest Has wrought a silence, from the stone 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.
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