Question

the poetry of earth is never dead:' do you agree? Give your reasons.

Answer 1

At the point when every one of the flying creatures are black out with the hot sun, and stow away in cooling trees, a voice will keep running From support to fence about the new-mown mead;

That is the Grasshopper's—he leads the pack. In summer extravagance,— he has never done.

With his pleasures; for when tired out with fun. He breathes a sigh of relief underneath some wonderful weed.