by Emily Dickenson
I taste a liquor never brewed - From tankards scooped in Pearl - Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of air - am I - And Debauchee of Dew - Reeling - thro' endless summer days - From inns of molten Blue - When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door - When butterflies renounce their "drams" - I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats - And Saints to windows run - To see the little Tippler Leaning against the - Sun!
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