As shadows stretch to the east, Laying down the world for sleep, A turquoise sunset fades to ink On diamond meadows spilled I dissolve in a dream, Fancying the universe let's me in; A million eyes, sometimes called stars, Pensively wink at me I've been where stars can't glide to, Have seen the universe from outside; With raptured sinking heart, Beheld it swaying among the alike The without-so delicate- Makes frightfully definite What from within to a local mind Had been so infinite Beyond cognition cast, Through space having carved its path, A beam of light on a mirror sparks- And dives to a speck of dust What's inside the naught? I've seen those colourful inner worlds A thing within will always be For inner things, the without The within's thoroughness, Its diverse minuteness, Seems from without, In shade of sky A paltry commonness The without-so delicate Makes frightfully definite What from within To a local mind