LIFE: XX. I taste a liquor never brewed [First Series

First Series [Series 1] by Emily Dickinson
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LIFE: XX. I taste a liquor never brewed 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, through 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! Content of LIFE: XX. I taste a liquor never brewed [Emily Dickinson's poems collection: First Series [Series 1]] Read next: I - LIFE#XXI. A BOOK Read previous: I - LIFE#XIX. THE MYSTERY OF PAIN Table of content of First Series [Series 1] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

First Series [Series 1] by Emily Dickinson