Emily Dickinson
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