I taste a liquor never brewed
by Emily Dickinson
I taste a liquor never brewed is Emily Dickinson's exuberant celebration of intoxication with nature, in which the speaker reels drunk on air and dew through endless summer days. "Inebriate of air — am I — / And Debauchee of Dew —"
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 Tippler Leaning against the — Sun!