The way in which in the first half of the poem, it talks about nature, and elements of nature, and has a more primitive feel to it, as it mentions
His vision, while he passed inevitably from East to West,
Which made me think of the sun which formally would have been the only source of light, next to the use of fire.
And then the way it said:
You see, this man manufactured light.
Yet as a light bulb maker never should,
He had only illuminated his plight;
Not one photon had his eyes withstood.
This almost makes me think of the so called age of enlightment, when new discoveries were being made and people were starting to gain a new understanding of the world.
Then in the secound half of the poem, it feels more civizlied in a way and yet expresses feeling of doubtfullness.
Then one day came Withrow,
And Derrick shortly after.
In no time at all their bulbs came aglow;
But in light’s shadow there is no mirthful laughter.
To me this seems to indcidate the true birth of technology and the mondern age in which more convinveces for daily living should be born.
But then at the end it says
Back to his work, his dream slightly dimmer.
Perhaps he was making no progress,
This seems to suggest that perhaps newer, is not always better, but it has reached at a point of no return as it says.
Yet day after day, he kept coming back.