The Outer from the Inner
The Outer from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude
‘Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood
The fine unvarying Axis
That regulates the Wheel
Though Spokes spin more conspicuous
And fling a dust the while.
The Inner paints the Outer
The Brush without the Hand
Its Picture publishes precise
As is the inner Brand
On fine Arterial Canvas
A Cheek perchance a Brow
The Star’s whole Secret in the Lake
Eyes were not meant to know.
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