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Emulation of Emily Poem There’s a certain slant of love, On summer days- That weighs upon, like that of Child laughter- Beautiful Pain, it leaves us, No physical infliction, Hurt within the heart, That is where the meaning is- It can’t be learned-from any- It must dwell within, An inherited scar in the heart, Sent to us from above. When its at work, the landscape brightens, Darkness-diminishes- When it goes, it wells in the distance Lurking upon evil.