There's a certain slant of light Winter afternoon - That oppreseed 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 sel 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 looks of death -