Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| THESE are the days when birds come back, | |
| A very few, a bird or two, | |
| To take a backward look. | |
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| These are the days when skies put on | |
| The old, old sophistries of June,— | 5 |
| A blue and gold mistake. | |
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| Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee, | |
| Almost thy plausibility | |
| Induces my belief, | |
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| Till ranks of seeds their witness bear, | 10 |
| And softly through the altered air | |
| Hurries a timed leaf! | |
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| Oh, sacrament of summer days, | |
| Oh, last communion in the haze, | |
| Permit a child to join, | 15 |
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| Thy sacred emblems to partake, | |
| Thy consecrated bread to break, | |
| Taste thine immortal wine! | |
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