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These are the days when Birds come back -
A very few - a Bird or two -
To take a final 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 swiftly thro' the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.
Oh Sacrament of summer days!
Oh Last Communion in the Haze -
Permits a Child to join.
They sacred emblems to partake -
They consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!
