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Apotheosis.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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!

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
06/30/2019


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