Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.
ije 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, O Lord, a sunny mind,
Thy windy will to bear!

what does Snow symbolize in this poem?