The poem
Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines -- As the fainting Bee --
Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums -- Counts his nectars -- Enters -- and is lost in Balms.

The poem
Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines -- 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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