Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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!

1. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film
2. Sight
3. The Hemlock
4. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
5. Sleep Is Supposed to Be

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