There's a certain Slant of light, by Emily Dickinson
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 --
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