These are the days when birds come back,
\nA very few, a bird or two,
\nTo take a backward look.<\/p>\n
These are the days when skies put on
\nThe old, old sophistries of June, —
\nA blue and gold mistake.<\/p>\n
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
\nAlmost thy plausibility
\nInduces my belief,<\/p>\n
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
\nAnd softly through the altered air
\nHurries a timid leaf!<\/p>\n
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
\nOh, last communion in the haze,
\nPermit a child to join,<\/p>\n
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
\nThy consecrated bread to break,
\nTaste thine immortal wine!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"