The Grasshopper

O thou that swing'st upon the waving hair

Of some well-filléd 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.