Forever till he ends his ancient plan,
His work of wisdom as he willed it at first.
II
85 In that wood there dwelleth a wondrous bird,
Fearless in flight, the Phœnix its name.
Lonely it liveth its life in this place,
Doughty of soul; death never seeks him
In that well-loved wood while the world shall endure.
90 He is said to watch the sun on his way
And to go to meet God’s bright candle,