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伊甸园，你慢慢地来！
尚未习惯的嘴唇——
羞涩地靠向你，啜饮你的茉莉——
当虚弱的蜜蜂——
缓缓接近他的花朵，
围绕她的闺房哼唱——
清点他的花蜜——
进入，并沉醉在甘露中。
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.
狄金森
