I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed...

Emily Dickinson

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 Debauchée 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 -