| There's a certain Slant of light, | |
| Winter Afternoons-- | |
| That opresses, like the Heft | |
| Of Cathedral Tunes-- | |
| Heavenly Hurt, it gives us-- | 5 |
| We can find no scar, | |
| But internal difference, | |
| Where the meanings are-- | |
| None may teach it--Any-- | |
| 'Tis the Seal Despair-- | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| On the look of Death-- |