greatpoetry | Emily Dickinson - I taste a liquor never brewed

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 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 more!

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats
And Saints -- to windows run --
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the -- Sun --

Emily Dickinson