The past is such a curious creature, To look her in the face A transport may reward us, Or a disgrace. Unarmed if any meet her, I charge them, fly !… - Emily Dickinson

Memory is a strange Bell — Jubilee, and Knell.

They say that “time assuages,” — Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.
Time is a test of trouble,
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady.

"I taste a liquor never brewed"

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 —