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John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

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There's a Certain Slant of Light

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Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
here's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us;We can find no scar,But internal differenceWhere the meanings are. None may teach it anything,'T is the seal, despair, --An imperial afflictionSent us of the air. When it comes, the landscape listens,Shadows hold their breath;When it goes, 't is like the distanceOn the look of death.