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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Two: Love 18. Come slowly, Eden!

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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