Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze --
And that side of the Haze --
A few incisive Mornings --
A few Ascetic Eves --
A few Ascetic Eves --
Gone -- Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod" --
And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves."
And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves."
Still, is the bustle in the Brook --
Sealed are the spicy valves --
Sealed are the spicy valves --
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves --
The Eyes of many Elves --
Perhaps a squirrel may remain --
My sentiments to share --
My sentiments to share --
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind --
Thy windy will to bear!
Thy windy will to bear!
Besides the Autumn poets sing by Emily Dickinson
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