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