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!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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