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