This is the poem:
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—
So far what i can understand is that she unlike others gets her high or drunkness from nature, unlike other people. It seems like she is almost rubbing on their faces that her way better. The last two stanzas are what are giving me the most trouble, what does the bee and the butterfly represent. A foxglove is a plant that was used for heart attacks but how can that tie into the poem, thank you!!!
2007-09-07
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