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451 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.
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