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XVIII. Apotheosis

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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!

Dickinson: The Complete Works

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