When Roses Cease to Bloom, Sir, par Emily Dickinson

When Roses Cease to Bloom, Sir

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!

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532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—

LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—