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I taste a liquor never brewed

by Emily Dickenson

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!

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