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 --

Non 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 --