At Dusk | Creative

"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
" - Emily Dickinson