230 <br /> <br />We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing— <br />'Tisn't all Hock—with us— <br />Life has its Ale— <br />But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy— <br />We chant—for cheer—when the Wines—fail— <br /> <br />Do we "get drunk"? <br />Ask the jolly Clovers! <br />Do we "beat" our "Wife"? <br />I—never wed— <br />Bee—pledges his—in minute flagons— <br />Dainty—as the trees—on our deft Head— <br /> <br />While runs the Rhine— <br />He and I—revel— <br />First—at the vat—and latest at the Vine— <br />Noon—our last Cup— <br />"Found dead"—"of Nectar"— <br />By a humming Coroner— <br />In a By-Thyme!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-bee-and-i-live-by-the-quaffing/
