As shadows stretch to the east,
Laying down the world for sleep,
turquoise sunset fades to ink
On diamond meadows spilled. 

I dissolve in a dream,
Fancying the universe lets me in;
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,
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.
thing within will always be
For inner things, the without... 

The within's thoroughness,
Its diverse minuteness,
Seems from without,
In shade of sky
[bad word]  

The Without? so delicate –
Makes frightfully definite
What from within
To a local mind
Had been so infinite.