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Show DRUNK. (By Emily Dickinson.) jH I taste a liquor never ..brewed, From tankards Scobpetl . in pearl; fll Not all the' -Vats upon 'the Rhine 1 Yield such an alcohol. 'Inebriate of air am 1, fll And debauchee of dew, H Reeling through endless summer days, H From inns of molten blue. When landlords turn the drunken bee H Out of the foxglove's door, :H When butterflies renounce .their drams, 'H I shall but drink the more, " 'H Till seraphs swing their snowy hats, And saints to windows 'run, To see the little tippler Leaning against the sun. . The Mirror. |
