Emily Dickinson - #258 lyrics

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons − That oppresses, 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 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 d**h −