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 Dickinsonbr br