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This is a poem of pure sadness and regret emily her entire life lived
without society and dedicated her life to writing poetry to god. Though she
wrote about hell alot I think this poem is about the regret she had for
living in solitude. She bet with every wind that blew till nature (or what
she was and was reality in {charge in} ) employed so it was like it was
constantly weighing on her as if it and scuttle my ballon.
The word scuttle is a opening on a boat that would be used to sink your own
ship, as so the enemy didn't have the laugh of destroying you. Her life she
realized was all but over and instead of finding out more of the world and
people she grew into the habit of never leaving the homestead. Emily shows
the regret for that in this poem. This is one of the saddest poems i`ve
ever read.
clayton walker from United States