130 <br /> <br />These are the days when Birds come back— <br />A very few—a Bird or two— <br />To take a backward look. <br /> <br />These are the days when skies resume <br />The old—old sophistries of June— <br />A blue and gold mistake. <br /> <br />Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee— <br />Almost thy plausibility <br />Induces my belief. <br /> <br />Till ranks of seeds their witness bear— <br />And softly thro' the altered air <br />Hurries a timid leaf. <br /> <br />Oh Sacrament of summer days, <br />Oh Last Communion in the Haze— <br />Permit a child to join. <br /> <br />Thy sacred emblems to partake— <br />They consecrated bread to take <br />And thine immortal wine!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-are-the-days-when-birds-come-back/
