Emily Dickinson Poem

Come slowly—Eden!

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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.

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