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
