Song of the Phoenix
By
RACHEL FELICITY BENÉT
HERE in my ilex tree I dine
On roasted nutmegs, sharp and fair,
On moly, rice, and fairy wine
Sweet as the rosy evening air.
On roasted nutmegs, sharp and fair,
On moly, rice, and fairy wine
Sweet as the rosy evening air.
Here on Mount Aeolus I sleep
And, sleeping, hear the cricket’s song
And dappled frogs cry “Creep, creep, creep”
And white cranes call the whole night long.
And, sleeping, hear the cricket’s song
And dappled frogs cry “Creep, creep, creep”
And white cranes call the whole night long.
Here do I live, apart from hate
And grief and greed and vain desire.
Be good and wise, and perpetrate
My renaissance in golden fire.
And grief and greed and vain desire.
Be good and wise, and perpetrate
My renaissance in golden fire.