Emily Dickinson - Besides the Autumn poets sing lyrics

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!