Whereupon it made this threne
To the phœnix and the dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.”
The “threne,” or Lamentation (l. 53, vol. ix. p. 672), then follows,—
“Beauty, truth and rarity
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclosed in cinders lie.
Death is now the phœnix’ nest;
And the turtle’s loyal breast