I taste a liquor never brewed, <br />From tankards scooped in pearl; <br />Not all the vats upon the Rhine <br />Yield such an alcohol! <br /> <br />Inebriate of air am I, <br />And debauchee of dew, <br />Reeling, through endless summer days, <br />From inns of molten blue. <br /> <br />When the landlord turn the drunken bee <br />Out of the foxglove's door, <br />When butterflies renounce their drams, <br />I shall but drink the more! <br /> <br />Till seraphs swing their snowy hats, <br />And saints to windows run, <br />To see the little tippler <br />Leaning against the sun!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-taste-a-liquor-never-brewed/
