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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - To The Grasshopper
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HAPPY art thou, darling insect,
Who, upon the trees` tall branches,
By a modest draught inspired,
Singing, like a monarch livest!
Thou possessest as thy portion
All that on the plains thou seest,
All that by the hours is brought thee
`Mongst the husbandmen thou livest,
As a friend, uninjured by them,
Thou whom mortals love to honour,
Herald sweet of sweet Spring`s advent!
Yes, thou`rt loved by all the Muses,

Phoebus` self, too, needs must love thee;
They their silver voices gave thee,
Age can never steal upon thee.
Wise and gentle friend of poets,
Born a creature fleshless, bloodless,
Though Earth`s daughter, free from suff`ring,
To the gods e`en almost equal.
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