i should be grading

nothing becomes the moment more than light
the hard definition of shadows on the wall
the sound of footsteps outside in the hall
against all this we have the coming night
what comes upon us will not be as bright
but leaves at least have all ended their fall
the blessings of the season are not small
but we see them with quite another sight
the day moves down with nothing here to gain
a power moves us beyond our normal sense
we will participate though without any fire
the signal that comes through will be quite plain
easy to comprehend even by the very dense
and calculated to produce the greatest ire