Renewal
Katharine Harris
Bradley
Bradley, Katharine Harris (pseudonym Michael Field
)
Michael Field
Edith Emma
Cooper
Cooper, Edith Emma (pseudonym Michael Field
)
Michael Field
Metadata research and editing
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Spelay
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Poem dated 1895. (AC)
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As the young phœnix, duteous to his sire,
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Renewal
As the young phœnix, duteous to his sire,
Lifts in his beak the creature he has been,
And, laying o’er the corse broad vans for screen.
Bears it to solitudes, erects a pyre,
And, soon as it is wasted by the fire,
Grides with disdainful claw the ashes clean,
Then spreading unencumbered wings serene,
Mounts to the æther with renewed desire:
So joyously I lift myself above
The life I buried in hot flames to-day;
The flames themselves are dead—and I can range
Alone through the untarnished sky I love,
And trust myself, as from the grave one may,
To the enchanting miracles of change.
1895
Michael Field