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Besides The Autumn Poets Sing (131)
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!
Emily Dickinson
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