Those distant notes of smoky, sighing dusk
That underlay and raise the early moon
Draw mystery from earth, as if its musk
Were growing far too fecund, far too soon,
To lie a moment longer there in wait
And hide the heart of what was made for strength,
The time when reinvention is so great
It imitates Creation, and at length,
Renews its potent primacy and grows,
Becomes, designs, accelerates, empow’rs
All who would build, each being here that knows,
The inspiration of the nighttime hours—
So break the stars of newness in the night