Emily Dickinson and Stew

Besides the Autumn poets sing

by Emily Dickinson

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!