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Emily Dickinson - These are the days when Birds come back|| code 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 -- They consecrated bread to take And thine immortal wine! code ||