BIRDS ftND NATURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



Vol. XVI NOVEMBER, 1904. No. 4 



INDIAN SUMMER. 



These are the days when birds come back, 

 A very few, a bird or two, 

 A backward look to take. 



These are the days when skies put on 

 The old, old sophistries of June — 

 A blue and gold mistake. 



O, fraud that cannot cheat the bee, 

 Almost thy plausibility 

 Induces my belief, 



Till ranks of seeds their witness bear, 

 And softly through the altered air 

 Hurries a timid leaf! 



O, sacrament of summer days, 

 O, last communion in the haze, 

 Permit a child to join, 



Thy sacred emblems to partake, 

 Thy consecrated bread to break, 

 Taste thine immortal wine! 



— Emily Dickinson. 



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