The light reveals the model’s being. The model attracts, concentrates and absorbs the light.
It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.
For the Sun, who scattered into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
. . . Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes
The Sultán’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.