internetPoem.com Login

Come Slowlyeden!

Emily Dickinson

211

Come slowly-Eden!
Lips unused to Thee-
Bashful-sip thy Jessamines-
As the fainting Bee-

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums-
Counts his nectars-
Enters-and is lost in Balms.

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Emily Dickinson