When Roses Cease To Bloom By Emily Dickinson

When roses cease to bloom, dear 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 flower, pray!

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