Nov. ‘wind to bear’

“Wind-Beaten Tree,’’ by Vincent Van Gogh.

November

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 eyes, —
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, O Lord, a sunny mind,
Thy windy will to bear!

— “November,’’ by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Amherst in 1886. Dickinson spent her life in the famous college town.