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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-
I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed
Emily Dickinson
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