Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, <br />Catching your heart up at the feel of June, <br />Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, <br />When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; <br />And you, warm little housekeeper, who class <br />With those who think the candles come too soon, <br />Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune <br />Nick the glad silent moments as they pass; <br />Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong <br />One to the fields, the other to the hearth, <br />Both have your sunshine; both, though small, are strong <br />At your clear hearts; and both were sent on earth <br />To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song: <br />Indoors and out, summer and winter,--Mirth.<br /><br />James Henry Leigh Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-grasshopper-and-the-cricket/
