Saturday, November 3, 2012

Emily Dickinson and Stew

Besides the Autumn poets sing 
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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