258, There's a certain Slant of light - Version 1

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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 —