The poem catches a small, intimate moment: two people sitting on the ground, kissing, with a bottle of wine nearby. The speaker seems caught between clear sight and giddy escape. "I see so / little haze" suggests that, at first, things look sharp and honest. Then the wine arrives, and the speaker says simply, "I fly."
That lift feels joyful, but the last lines complicate it. Calling the feeling "so false a part / of nothing more" hints that the speaker doubts the high. It may be a pleasant illusion, a part of something that amounts to nothing. The poem doesn't say for certain, so the reader has to decide how much regret there is.
The mood is light and dreamy but slightly uneasy. Short lines and broken phrasing make the poem feel like a blur itself, as if the words are drifting the way the speaker's mind is. The title, "Hazy," works two ways: it describes the wine's effect, and it describes how unreliable the memory or feeling might be.