In twilight’s gentle embrace he fades,
The poet’s quill now rests in shade,
With visions vast, his words did soar,
To realms unseen, forevermore.

His ink, a well of mystic lore,
Illuminates the shadows’ door,
Through innocence and experience,
He painted life with fervent sense.

Now whispers faint on breezes glide,
Echoes of his soul abide,
In each celestial star that gleams,
Reside his unforgotten dreams.

Though Blake has passed beyond our sight,
His legacy, a beacon bright,
In every heart that seeks the light,
His spirit dances in the night.