Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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. Going
2. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
3. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
4. Who Robbed the Woods
5. A Country Burial

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