Emily Dickinson - We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing -- lyrics

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!