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
Includes my belief.

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear -
And softly thro' the altered air
Hurried a timid leaf.

Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh last Communion in the Haze -
Permit a child to join.

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

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson