Besides the Autumn Poets Sing, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Besides the Autumn Poets Sing

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Besides the Autumn poets sing

A few prosaic days

A little this side of the snow

And that side of the Haze—

A few incisive Mornings—

A few Ascetic Eves—

Gone—Mr. Bryant’s “Golden Rod”—

And Mr. Thomson’s “sheaves.”

Still, is the bustle in the Brook—

Sealed are the spicy valves—

Mesmeric fingers softly touch

The Eyes of many Elves—

Perhaps a squirrel may remain—

My sentiments to share—

Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind—

Thy windy will to bear!

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