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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing— ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Burgundy— We chant—for cheer—when the Wines—fail— Do we “get drunk”? Ask the jolly Clovers! Do we “beat” our “Wife”? I—never wed— Bee—pledges his—in minute flagons— Dainty—as the trees—on our deft Head— While runs the Rhine— He and I—revel— First—at the vat—and latest at the Vine— Noon—our last Cup— “Found dead”—”of Nectar”— By a humming Coroner— In a By-Thyme!
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing— ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Burgundy— We chant—for cheer—when the Wines—fail— Do we “get drunk”? Ask the jolly Clovers! Do we “beat” our “Wife”? I—never wed— Bee—pledges his—in minute flagons— Dainty—as the trees—on our deft Head— While runs the Rhine— He and I—revel— First—at the vat—and latest at the Vine— Noon—our last Cup— “Found dead”—”of Nectar”— By a humming Coroner— In a By-Thyme!
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American