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 -
Thin, tinny ozone with frankincense, white sandalwood, white amber, hyssop, bitter violet leaf, and shadowy wisps of smoke.