Emily Dickinson
These are the days when Birds come back
These are the days when Birds come back —
A very few — a Bird or two —
To take a backward look

These are the days when skies resume
The old — old sophistries of June —
A blue and gold mistake

Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee —
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear —
And softly thro’ the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf

Oh Sacrament of summer days
Oh Last Communion in the Haze —
Permit a child to join

Thy sacred emblems to partake —
They consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!