193 Come Slowly, Eden! (ca. 1858-1865) By Emily Dickinson

APOTHEOSIS.

Come slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars — enters,
And is lost in balms!

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Poems by Emily Dickinson Three Series, Emily Dickinson, Public Domain