Liquor Never Brewed

Emily Dickinson's poem I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed is one extended metaphor. This metaphor compares alcoholic intoxication to the seasons. Intoxication is like "endless summer days" (Dickinson, 797), This is because the drunkard feels as though the feeling will never end, just as the seasons. The last stanza changes the poem a bit, however.

"Till seraphs swing their snowy Hats, And Saints- to windows run" (797).

The seraphs and the saints give an unexpected attitude of innocence and holiness. This clashes with the overall tone of the poem. By including these images, the poem is given a more light-hearted feeling. Again, I don't really understand the title. Maybe this is her first time drinking. Or possibly, a different feeling after drinking.