“Đến chậm thôi Địa Đàng!...” “Come slowly – Eden!...”

“Come slowly – Eden!...”

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.