The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
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 banksranks 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 take, And thine immortal wine!