THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN BIRDS COME BACK
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
POEMS BY EMILY DICKINSON
- HESE are the days when birds come
- A very few, a bird or two,
- To take a backward look.
- These are the days when skies put on
- 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 through 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,
- Thy consecrated bread to break,
- Taste thine immortal wine!