If knowledge seems a sun or brightened lamp

The guard of minds from monsters in the black

Then I’ll put out and to this theory stamp

I claim the darkness what we rather lack

Let eyes adjust to night and then observe

That learning is a silent, holy scene

The deepening and richness dark preserves

Revealing depth and power sprouting green

Enlightenment—a lie we sense each time

That darkness sheds more light than any star

And always in the duskiest of climes

These minds like ours can travel ever far

For only when the city lights are drowned

Does twilight let the galaxy be found.