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 -