Apotheosis

PL

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!

First print Love poem XVIII, 18
Johnson 211 | Franklin 205

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