Emily Dickinson
I taste a liquor never brewed
I taste a liquor never brewed
From Tankards scooped in Pearl
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!
Inebriate of Airam I
And Debauchee of Dew
Reelingthro endless summer days
From inns of Molten Blue
When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door
When Butterfliesrenounce their "drams"
I shall but drink the more!
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats
And Saintsto windows run
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against theSun
Emily Dickinson