A revised version of an earlier poem...does it speak?

Farid!! I remember this poem... if my mind has not deserted me altogether, you have changed very little, perhaps a line or two. The first tercet proclaims that the world where Man first emerged was one somehow foreign to our present understandings.Its moon was "strange-faced" and silent, a place of "whispering shadows" roving on "pathless fields," implying that the world lacked the reforming power of intellect to construct a world of light, of roads and destinations (both taken literally and metaphorically). The "golden eye" that appears to transform this world of shadows is reminiscent of the sun, and in terms of your imagery that was surely your intent, but once again that is part of the interlocking symbolism of the poem. That light ''glazes'' "formless rocks and mounds... with beauty," implying that the light is really something that has the power to transform what was inchoate into that which is beautiful, nay spiritual, through the agency of its refulgence. "Marbled statues" are reminiscent of classical art, and it now becomes clear that what you mean to convey, and your title suggests, is nothing less than the spiritual and intellectual evolution of Man, viewed as a sort of never-ending amelioration. "Gazes" are now "lucid," implying that the light has a sort of clarifying power; the lucidity is of course a foundational aspect of intellect itself, and is reminiscent of 'lucent,' hence linking the new aspect of the transformed shadow figures to the light itself. Your two concluding tercets are excellent! They suggest that all that came after the moment of that transformation has been nothing less than a celebration of the very thing — the light of intellect — that made the transformation come to fruition. Our science, mathematics, literature, philosophy, music, rhetoric — all sublimely established and resting on that foundation of light — continue through their working and development to pay homage to the thing that lifted all from a world of "formless rocks and mounds" to an elevated plane of classical perfection. "Raised arms" suggests celebration, as if we all stood on the victors podium, but also supplication, praise, for the gift of what has made the actualization of our selves and our culture possible. Your poem, which finds intellect at the core of all human achievement, pays homage to it also... it is a statue and a light as well. Bravo!