Author Emily Dickinson 675 Essential Oils—are wrung— The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns—alone— It is the gift of Screws— The General Rose—decay— But this—in Lady's Drawer Make Summer—When the Lady lie In Ceaseless Rosemary— Tags rose summer alone Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments