in Thoreau’s Journal:

A certain refinement & civilization in nature which increases with the wildness. The civilization that consists with wildness. The light that is in night. A smile as in a dream on the face of the sleeping lake. There is light enough to show what we see–what night has to exhibit–any more would obscure these objects. I am not advertised of any deficiency of light…

It takes some time to wear off the trivial impression which the day has made—& thus the first hours of night are sometimes lost.