Come slowlyEden by Emily Dickinson 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. Tags: flowerlostRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments
