Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Besides The Autumn Poets Sing - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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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  • Rookie - 175 Points Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 7:58:00 PM)

    Rhyming is so beautiful... phenomenal. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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