
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!
(123B, Franklin Variorum 1998)
Image credit: Deng Yingyu

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Emily Dickinson = true love! Thank you for putting this here.
This post was next to this one https://wronghands1.com/2019/10/18/emily-dickinson-fun-page/ in my reader. Coincidence? Sealed are the spicy valves.