XVIII. 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!

About Emily Dickinson

American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.