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, O Lord, a sunny mind, Thy windy will to bear!
About the headline (FAQ)Confirmed with Dickinson, Emily, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, Boston: Little, Brown, 1924, Bartleby.com, 2000. www.bartleby.com/113/2049.html.
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Ronald A. Beckett , "Autumn: Besides the autumn poets sing", 2006 [voice and piano], from The Seasons: Four Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 4. [text not verified]
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