Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/We—Bee and I—live

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WE—Bee and I—liveIn the quaffing.'T isn't all hock with us,Life has its ale—But it's many a lay ofThe dim BurgundyWe chant for cheer whenThe wines fail.Do we "get drunk?"Ask the jolly clovers!Do we "beat our wife?"I never wed.Bee pledges his in minutestFlagons,Dainty as the tress on herDeft head.While runs the RhineHe and I revel—First at the vat andLatest at the vine;Noon—our last cup."Found dead of nectar"By a humming CoronerIn a by-thyme.
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