The skies they are blue and boundless
The stars they are serene and sightless
The stars they are many and sightless;
It is the day that invades the brilliance of the night
With the glare of the fiery sun haughty downright;
It is dreary with no menagerie of heaven’s beasts,
Afloat in the abeyance of immemorial pasts
It is gloomy with no festivals of ancient legends,
Aglow in a heaven’s theater at their best acts.
Impressionist 