BY DUNSTERVILLE BRUCKS.
GRASSHOPPEE! thou art not the same
Either in form or voice or name
As once the Teian sung, and he
Who mourn’d the loss of reedy lea
With Tityrus, while over-head
Its broad cool shade the beech outspred.
Whether thou lovedst sun or dew
Most dearly, neither of them knew;
But both were better pleased than I
At hearing thine incessant cry.
I do not recognise the same
Now thou hast changed thy note and name
And form and color, and art come
To cheer the meadows nearer home.
No poet ever sang thy praise
In dewy or in sunny days
Sweetly as he where sounds less shrill
Repeat the name of Dunsterville.