Come slowly—Eden! <br />Lips unused to Thee— <br />Bashful—sip thy Jessamines— <br />As the fainting Bee— <br /> <br />Reaching late his flower, <br />Round her chamber hums— <br />Counts his nectars— <br />Enters—and is lost in Balms.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-slowly-eden/
