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