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, 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!

Emily Dickinson