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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
 
Phœnix and Turtle Dove
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
 
LET the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
 
But thou shrieking harbinger,        5
Foul pre-currer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever’s end,
To this troop come thou not near.
 
From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,        10
Save the eagle, feathered king;
Keep the obsequy so strict.
 
Let the priest in surplice white
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,        15
Lest the requiem lack his right.
 
And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak’st
With the breath thou giv’st and tak’st,
’Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.        20
 
So they loved, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.
 
Hearts remote, yet not asunder;        25
Distance, and no space was seen
’Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.
 
So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right        30
Flaming in the Phœnix’ sight:
Either was the other’s mine.
 
Property was thus appalled,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature’s double name        35
Neither two nor one was called.
 
Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together;
To themselves yet either-neither,
Simple was so well compounded:        40
 
That it cried, How true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain.
 
Whereupon it made this threne        45
To the Phœnix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love;
As chorus to their tragic scene.
 
THRENOS.
BEAUTY, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,        50
Here enclosed in cinders lie.
 
Death is now the Phœnix’ nest;
And the turtle’s loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,
 
Leaving no posterity:—        55
’Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.
 
Truth may seem, but cannot be;
Beauty brag, but ’tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.        60
 
To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
 
 
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