Besides The Autumn Poets Sing

poem 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!