Chapter 75 No.75

There's a certain slant of light,

On winter afternoons,

That oppresses, like the weight

Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;

We can find no scar,

But internal difference

Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,

' T is the seal, despair, -

An imperial affliction

Sent us of the air.

When it com