I taste a liquor never brewed (214)Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886

	I taste a liquor never brewed – 
From Tankards scooped in Pearl – 
Not all the Frankfort Berries (alternative/unedited line: 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! 
	__
 _Dwell in the essential _I Ching
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