I taste a liquor never brewed
by 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 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 —
And Saints—to windows run —
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the—Sun!
About the Author:
Emily Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.