We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—

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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 tress—on her 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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