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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