When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir

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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done—
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun—
The hand that paused to gather
Upon this Summer's day
Will idle lie—in Auburn—
Then take my flowers—pray!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (1)

..............beautiful poem...I love the imagery of roses, violets and bumblebees ★