Socrates

Night is fair Virtue's immemorial friend. The conscious moon through every distant age Has held a lamp to Wisdom, and let fall On Contemplation's eye her purging ray. The famed Athenian, he who wooed from heaven Philosophy the fair, to dwell with men, And form their manners, not inflame their pride; While o'er his head, as fearful to molest His laboring mind, the stars in silence slide, And seem all gazing on their future guest, See him soliciting his ardent suit, In private audience; all the livelong night Rigid in thought and motionless he stands, Nor quits his theme or posture, till the sun Disturbs his nobler intellectual beam, And gives him to the tumult of the world.