This Side of the Snow...

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!
                                                ~Emily Dickinson