Come slowly – Eden! 
Lips unused to Thee – 
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines – 
As the fainting Bee – 
Reaching late his flower, 
Round her chamber hums – 
Counts his nectars – 
Enters – and is lost in Balms. 
Come slowly – Eden! 
Lips unused to Thee – 
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines – 
As the fainting Bee – 
Reaching late his flower, 
Round her chamber hums – 
Counts his nectars – 
Enters – and is lost in Balms. 
© Emily Dickinson