by Emily Dickinson
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.
Last updated June 21, 2015