I taste a liquor never brewed — Dewtry and Dew-Snail

I taste a liquor never brewed, ¹
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!

Inebriate of air am I, ⁵
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

When landlords turn the drunken bee ⁹
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats, ¹³
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!

(F.207/J.214)

[1] I:: the speaker is a dew-snail, hinted in line 6.
[2] Tankards scooped in Pearl:: the split-open fruit of thorn-apple looks like a tankard with tpearl-like seeds inside.
[4] Alcohol:: digest of the plant will cause a delirium effect.
[6] dew:: dew-snail.
[7] Reeling, through endless:: moving slowly.
[10] foxglove:: also a poisonous plant.

In dry opium, which had been gathered at Erfurt in 1829 and 1830, from the blue poppy, Biltz found 16.6 and 20 p. c.; in that from the white poppy, 6.85 p. c. morphine. ─ Hand-book of Chemistry (1864)

The term Foxglove was, perhaps, derived from the shape of its flowers. They are hollow, and somewhat in shape, like the fox's foot. The word Digitalis is of Latin origin, from digitus, the finger, and signifies something that regards the fingers of the hand. The purple flowers, that hang from the stem, like little bells, by their peduncles, contrast very finely with the deep-green of the leaf. These, all together, give the plant a most lovely and inviting appearance. But, like insincerity, of which it is the emblem, they only allure, to betray. It is in reality a most poisonous plant, notwithstanding its beauty. ─ Flores Poetici (1833)