Besides the Autumn poets sing
On top of Autumn, poets also sing
A few prosaic days
prosaic days,
A little this side of the snow
mentioning a little snow here
And that side of the Haze —
a little haze there.
A few incisive Mornings —
A few incisive morning
A few Ascetic Eves —
A few ascetic evenings
Gone — Mr. Bryant's Golden Rod —
Gone is Mr's Bryant's poem Golden Rod
And Mr. Thomson's sheaves.
as well as Thomson's poem'' sheaves''
Still, is the bustle in the Brook —
Yet , the brook is still busy-
Sealed are the spicy valves —
and savoury husks / molluscs are closed- *
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
Mesmeric fingers touch
The Eyes of many Elves —
the eyes of many elves.
Perhaps a squirrel may remain —
Perhaps a squirrel may remain
My sentiments to share —
to share my sentiments.
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind —
Grant me O lord a sunny mind
Thy windy will to bear!
the capacity to bear thy windy will.