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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

XVIII

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 lot in balms!