quo vadis?

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons
That opresses, 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)