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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.