Poem: Apotheosis

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

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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