Lost in Balms

on
Come slowly—Eden
Lips unused to Thee—

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Bashful—sip thy Jessamines
As the fainting Bee—

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Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
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Counts his nectars—
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Enters—and is lost in Balms.
-- Emily Dickinson

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  1. MulchMaidJune 18, 2011 at 6:10 AM

    This post is intoxicating! It's the first thing I read today and the rest of my day will be the more magical because of it.

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