Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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. A Service of Song
2. Love’s Baptism
3. Renunciation
4. Rouge et Noir
5. Rouge Gagne

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