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 –