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            As the young phoenix, 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

MLA citation:

Field, Michael. “Renewal.” The Pageant, 1897, p. 185. Pageant Digital Edition, edited by Frederick King and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2021. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2021.