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Roxas
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 –
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 –