liquor whisper I taste a liquor never brewed

I taste a liquor never brewed  

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
through 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!