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!

Emily Dickinson

Bee without job

When Roses end to bloom, my Lord,
And Violets are finished－
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have gone faraway－
The worker that paused to gather
On this Summer’s day
Will lie idle－in Autumn－
Please take my flowers!

Emily says that Bee must be busy! He would lose his skill, if jobless.  Come on to gather honey from my flower.