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by Emily Dickinson
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 Death |
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