"Vista" is a short, riddling poem that seems to be weighing what counts as a refuge. It begins with an odd, almost startling comparison: the body of a model is "a safe croft." A croft is a small rented farm, a modest and sheltered patch of land, so the poem pictures a body as a place to live and take cover. The word "model" suggests something posed and looked at, which makes that safety feel a little uncertain.
The second stanza pushes back. The "best place" is one that could "endure / every ordinary survey," meaning it holds up under scrutiny, the kind of inspection a piece of land or a person might face. The last lines turn to a "dish of larks / after the wasteland," a small, delicate reward after barrenness. The speaker seems to long for something good that has survived hardship. The mood is quiet, wary and a little hungry, with a hint of relief at the end, though the poem leaves its meaning open.