I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Frankfort Berries
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 –
Emily Dickinson, manuscript version, first published 1890
And Saints – to windows run –
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!
I taste a liquor never brewed
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