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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
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!
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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
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American