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 From Manzanilla come!
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