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 birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies put on The old, old sophistries of June, A blue and gold mistake.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June,
A blue and gold mistake.
—EMILY DICKINSON