Poems (Dickinson)/Apotheosis
For works with similar titles, see Apotheosis.
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XVIII.
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!