The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
I taste a liquor never brewed -From Tankards scooped in Pearl - Not all the Frankfort Berries 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 TipplerLeaning against the - Sun -From Manzanilla come!