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 –