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. От планки к планке шла • I Stepped from Plank to Plank
2. Идут через страдания • Through the Strait Pass of Suffering
3. Блажен, кто отдых заслужил • Joy to Have Merited the Pain
4. Живу в миру фантазий • I Dwell in Possibility
5. Поход почти окончен • Our Journey Had Advanced

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