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There's a certain slant of light, / On winter afternoons, / That oppresses, like the weight / Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us; / We can find no scar, / But internal difference / Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything, / 'T is the seal, despair, -- / An imperial affliction / Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens, / Shadows hold their breath; / When it goes, 't is like the distance / On the look of death.