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. Rouge et Noir
2. I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed
3. New Feet within My Garden Go
4. The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me
5. Suspense

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