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Come slowly -- Eden! Lips unused to Thee -- Bashful -- sip1 thy Jessamines -- As the fainting Bee -- Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber2 hums -- Counts his nectars -- Enters -- and is lost in Balms. |
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