There's a certain Slant of light, <br />Winter Afternoons-- <br />That oppresses, like the Heft <br />Of Cathedral Tunes-- <br /> <br />Heavenly Hurt, it gives us-- <br />We can find no scar, <br />But internal difference, <br />Where the Meanings, are-- <br /> <br />None may teach it--Any-- <br />'Tis the Seal Despair-- <br />An imperial affliction <br />Sent us of the air-- <br /> <br />When it comes, the Landscape listens-- <br />Shadows--hold their breath-- <br />When it goes, 'tis like the Distance <br />On the look of Death--<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-s-a-certain-slant-of-light-258/
