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, Foul precurrer 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,
Save the eagle, feath'red king: Keep the obsequy so strict.
Let the priest in surplice white, That defunctive
music can, Be the death-divining swan, 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.
Here the anthem doth commence: Love and constancy
is dead; Phoenix and the turtle fled In a mutual flame from hence.
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; Distance, and no space
was seen 'Twixt this turtle and his queen: But in them it were a wonder.
So between them love did shine, That the turtle saw
his right Flaming in the phoenix' sight; Either was the other's mine.
Property was thus appalled, That the self was not
the same; Single nature's double name Neither two nor one was called.
Reason, in itself confounded, Saw division grow together,
To themselves yet either neither, Simple were so well compounded;
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 To the phoenix and the
dove, Co-supremes and stars of love, As chorus to their tragic scene.
THRENOS
Beauty, truth, and rarity, Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed, in cinders lie.
Death is now the phoenix' nest; And the turtle's loyal
breast To eternity doth rest.
Leaving no posterity, '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.
To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer.