32 <br /> <br />When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, <br />And Violets are done— <br />When Bumblebees in solemn flight <br />Have passed beyond the Sun— <br />The hand that paused to gather <br />Upon this Summer's day <br />Will idle lie—in Auburn— <br />Then take my flowers—pray!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-roses-cease-to-bloom-sir/
