Posted by Casi Mendoza
at 07:05 PM on November 23, 2008
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Emily Dickinson (1830?86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Three: Love
XXXIX
WHEN roses cease to bloom, dear,
And violets are done,
When bumble-bees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the sun,
The hand that paused to gather 5
Upon this summer?s day
Will idle lie, in Auburn,?
Then take my flower, pray!
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