Benighted they in shadows slink,

Devices programmed by the night.

And had they ever seen the sun,

Or known the wonders of the light,

That vintage nectar’s now forgot;

They lesser, health-less waters drink.

To think, to see, to know the way –

To think and not to thought-for be!

To see in brighter, screen-less glow!

What sights that light through windows show,

Illuminate the path below

The feet that tread they know not where!

Oh would they saw as seeing things!

As being-things each other know!

This hall is dark, and day forbids.

Let light then open all the doors,

And fill this cursed, spring-less place!