I taste a liqueur never brewed

I am familiar with Emily Dickensin's poems being a little strange, but this one seemed particularly confusing upon reading it for the first time. However, after analyzing the poem more, Dickenson's way of describing the intoxicating feeling that nature can bring is very clever. She says, "Inebriate of air I am", literally meaning drunk off if the air and figuratively meaning the whimsical state that natures beauty brings her mind. I can personally relate to this "Inebriatstion". I went in summer field studies this last summer, an I know that there is no feeling like the high that such pure beauty can bring. Seeing the Grand Canyon for the first time or witnessing the awesome view after climing a mountain is simply indescribable. The aspen of the Seraphs and saints in her poem is also very interesting, especially that the approve of her drunken state, "Till Seraphs swing their snowy hats and Saint to windows run". However, this makes perfect sense. She is appreciating Gods gift of nature, so the Saints look down in approval.