These are the days when birds come back Rudolf Escher

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 emblеms to partake --
They consecratеd bread to take
And thine immortal wine!