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. Поход почти окончен • Our Journey Had Advanced
2. Узнали цель Любви • We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Судьба — именье без ворот • Doom is the House without the Door
4. Шлю два заката... • I Send Two Sunsets
5. Если сгинешь в волнах • Should You but Fail at — Sea

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