Poem: Apotheosis
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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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!
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