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!
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!