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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, 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!