Besides the Autumn poets sing

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!