Poetry
Quotes
When Roses Cease to Bloom, Dear
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! Poem by Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson poems
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!A Bird came down the Walk
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