Besides the autumn poets sing,
\nA few prosaic days
\nA little this side of the snow
\nAnd that side of the haze.<\/p>\n
A few incisive mornings,
\nA few ascetic eyes, —
\nGone Mr. Bryant’s golden-rod,
\nAnd Mr. Thomson’s sheaves.<\/p>\n
Still is the bustle in the brook,
\nSealed are the spicy valves;
\nMesmeric fingers softly touch
\nThe eyes of many elves.<\/p>\n
Perhaps a squirrel may remain,
\nMy sentiments to share.
\nGrant me, O Lord, a sunny mind,
\nThy windy will to bear!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"