I Taste a Liquor
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