These are the days when birds come back lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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 emblеms to partake --
They consecratеd bread to take
And thine immortal wine!