See How the Roses Burn!
See how the roses burn! Bring wine to quench the fire! Alas! the flames come up with us,— We perish with desire.
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The Phoenix
translated from the Persian by Ralph Waldo Emerson
My phoenix long ago secured
His nest in sky-vault’s cope;
In the body’s cage immured,
He is weary of life’s hope.
Round and round this heap of ashes
Now flies the bird amain,
But in that odorous niche of heaven
Nestles the bird again.
Once flies he upward, he will perch
On Tuba’s golden bough:
His home is on that fruited arch
Which cools the blest below.
1876