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    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, feather'd 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 lov'd, 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 has 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 enclos'd, 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.

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