Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PHOENIX, FR. NEPENTHE, by GEORGE DARLEY Poet's Biography First Line: O blest unfabled incense tree Last Line: A thirstier minstrel drew in me! Variant Title(s): The Song Of The Phoenix Subject(s): Phoenix (mythical Bird) | ||||||||
O blest unfabled Incense Tree, That burns in glorious Araby, With red scent chalicing the air, Till earth-life grow Elysian there! Half buried to her flaming breast In this bright tree, she makes her nest, Hundred-sunned Phoenix! when she must Crumble at length to hoary dust! Her gorgeous death-bed! her rich pyre Burnt up with aromatic fire! Her urn, sight high from spoiler men! Her birth-place when self-born again! The mountainless green wilds among, Here ends she her unechoing song! With amber tears and odorous sighs Mourned by the desert where she dies! Laid like the young fawn mossily In sun-green vales of Araby, I woke, hard by the Phoenix tree That with shadeless boughs flames over me, And upward called by a dumb cry With moonbroad orbs of wonder, I Beheld the immortal Bird on high Glassing the great sun in her eye. Steadfast she gazed upon his fire, Still her destroyer and her sire! As if to his her soul of flame Had flown already, whence it came. Like those that sit and glare so still, Intense with their death struggle, till We touch, and curdle at their chill! -- But breathing yet while she doth burn The deathless Daughter of the sun! Slowly to crimson embers turn The beauties of the brightsome one. O'er the broad nest her silver wings Shook down their wasteful glitterings; Her brinded neck high-arched in air Like a small rainbow faded there; But brighter glowed her plumy crown Mouldering to golden ashes down; With fume of sweet woods, to the skies, Pure as a Saint's adoring sighs, Warm as a prayer in Paradise, Her life-breath rose in sacrifice! The while with shrill triumphant tone Sounding aloud, aloft, alone, Ceaseless her joyful deathwail she Sang to departing Araby! Deep melancholy wondred drew Tears from my heartspring at that view. Like cresset shedding its last flare Upon some wistful mariner, The Bird, fast blenfing with the sky, Turned on me her dead-gazing eye Once -- and as surge to shallow spray Sank down to vapoury dust away! O, fast her amber blood doth flow From the heart-wounded Incense Tree, Fast as earth's deep-embosomed woe In silent rivulets to the sea! Beauty may weep her fair first-born, Perchance in as resplendent tears, Such golden dewdrops bow the corn When the stern sickleman appears. But oh! such perfume to a bower Never allured sweet-sucking bee, As to sip fast that nectarous shower A thirstier minstrel drew in me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHOENIX AND THE TORTOISE by KENNETH REXROTH THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON THE PHOENIX by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE PHOENIX TO MRS. BUTTS by WILLIAM BLAKE RENEWAL by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY IDEA: 16. AN ALLUSION TO THE PHOENIX by MICHAEL DRAYTON ETHELSTAN: RUNILDA'S CHANT by GEORGE DARLEY |
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