Come slowly—Eden!

Come slowly—Eden!
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines—
As the fainting Bee—


Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—
Enters—and is lost in Balms.
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