The Vista, Inspired by "The Tyger" by William Blake

Sunrise, Sunrise, growing light,

Proclaims the closure of the night

Immortal not, thy fire view,

Soon outshone by a canvas blue

 

In what distant high or low,

Thy will soar with wings aglow

On what vista dare he gaze?

What the life, dare eye thy blaze?

 

An iridescent and cloudless noon,

Vast as an ocean adjacent the dunes

Will thy survive? Will thy last?

What the shadows thou have cast?

 

And what heaven, & what dream,

Could twist the sinews of thy gleam?

And when azure conforms to rose,

What the dusk? Thy time has closed

 

From the sky thy have been disowned,

Descending from thy noble throne

Magnific hues are fading down,

What the haze? Will thou be renown?

 

What the evening? What the blush,

When were sighs replaced by hush?

What the stardust? What dread moon,

Dare the inferno in which thy swooned!

 

When the stars drowned out thy art

And infinite space broke thy heart:

Rhinestone skies are clouded with lace

Yet have no wonder, nor thy grace

 

Sunset, sunset, falling light, 

Behind the blanket of the night

Immortal not, thy cupid sky, 

Beneath the vista thy shall lie