Ah, Those Sensuous Summer Days

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Today being the official first day of summer, here’s the most passionate summer poem that I know. By Miss Emily, of course, who informs us that the angels in heaven don’t experience the joy of an inebriate tippler feasting on endless summer days. Thanks to my father for reminding me of it:

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—

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