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 can teach it anything, 
'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.