There's a certain Slant of light,<br>Winter Afternoons –<br>That oppresses, like the Heft<br>Of Cathedral Tunes –<br><br>Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –<br>We can find no scar,<br>But internal difference –<br>Where the Meanings, are –<br><br>None may teach it – Any –<br>'Tis the seal Despair –<br>An imperial affliction<br>Sent us of the Air –<br><br>When it comes, the Landscape listens –<br>Shadows – hold their breath –<br>When it goes, 'tis like the Distance<br>On the look of Death –