So they loved, as love in twain Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Distance, and no space was seen "Twixt the 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 appall'd, Reason, in itself confounded. That it cried,-How true a twain Whereupon it made this threne 1 THRENOS. Beauty, truth, and rarity, Here enclosed in cinders lie. Death is now the phoenix' nest; Leaving no posterity: Truth may seem, but cannot be ; To this urn let those repair, For these dead birds sigh a prayer. WM. SHAKE-SPEARE. 1 Funeral song. |