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The Phœnix
By an Uncertain Author. Attributed to Lactantius 20112011
There is a happy spot, retired20122012 in the first East, where the great gate of the eternal pole lies open. It is not, however, situated near to his rising in summer or in winter, but where the sun pours the day from his vernal chariot. There a plain spreads its open tracts; nor does any mound rise, nor hollow valley open20132013 itself. But through twice six ells that place rises above the mountains, whose tops are thought to be lofty among us. Here is the grove of the sun; a wood stands planted with many a tree, blooming with the honour of perpetual foliage. When the pole had blazed with the fires of Phaethon, that place was uninjured by the flames; and when the deluge had immersed the world in waves, it rose above the waters of Deucalion. No enfeebling diseases, no sickly old age, nor cruel death, nor harsh fear, approaches hither, nor dreadful crime, nor mad desire of riches, nor Mars, nor fury, burning with the love of slaughter.20142014 Bitter grief is absent, and want clothed in rags, and sleepless cares, and violent hunger. No tempest rages there, nor dreadful violence of the wind; nor does the hoar-frost cover the earth with cold dew. No cloud extends its fleecy20152015 covering above the plains, nor does the turbid moisture of water fall from on high; but there is a fountain in the middle, which they call by the name of “living;”20162016 it is clear, gentle, and abounding with sweet waters, which, bursting forth once during the space of each20172017 month, twelve times irrigates all the grove with waters. Here a species of tree, rising with lofty stem, bears mellow fruits not about to fall on the ground. This grove, these woods, a single20182018 bird, the phœnix, inhabits,—single, but it lives reproduced by its own death. It obeys and submits20192019 to Phœbus, a remarkable attendant. Its parent nature has given it to possess this office. When at its first rising the saffron morn grows red, when it puts to flight the stars with its rosy light, thrice and four times she plunges her body into the sacred waves, thrice and four times she sips water from the living stream.20202020 She is raised aloft, and takes her seat on the highest top of the lofty tree, which alone looks down upon the whole grove; and turning herself to the fresh risings of the nascent Phœbus, she awaits his rays and rising beam. And when the sun has thrown back the threshold of the shining gate, and the light gleam20212021 of the first light has shone forth, she begins to pour strains of sacred song, and to hail20222022 the new light with wondrous voice, which neither the notes of the nightingale20232023 nor the flute of the Muses can equal with Cyrrhæan20242024 strains. But neither is it thought that the dying swan can imitate it, nor the tuneful strings of the lyre of Mercury. After that Phœbus has brought back his horses to the open heaven,20252025 and continually advancing, has displayed20262026 his whole orb; she applauds with thrice-repeated flapping of her wings, and having thrice adored the fire-bearing head, is silent. And she also distinguishes the swift hours by sounds not liable to error by day and night: an overseer20272027 of the groves, a venerable priestess of the wood, and alone admitted to thy secrets, O Phœbus. And when she has 325now accomplished the thousand years of her life, and length of days has rendered her burdensome,20282028 in order that she may renew the age which has glided by, the fates pressing20292029 her, she flees from the beloved couch of the accustomed grove. And when she has left the sacred places, through a desire of being born20302030 again, then she seeks this world, where death reigns. Full of years, she directs her swift flight into Syria, to which Venus herself has given the name of Phœnice;20312031 and through trackless deserts she seeks the retired groves in the place, where a remote wood lies concealed through the glens. Then she chooses a lofty palm, with top reaching to the heavens, which has the pleasing20322032 name of phœnix from the bird, and where20332033 no hurtful living creature can break through, or slimy serpent, or any bird of prey. Then Æolas shuts in the winds in hanging caverns, lest they should injure the bright20342034 air with their blasts, or lest a cloud collected by the south wind through the empty sky should remove the rays of the sun, and be a hindrance20352035 to the bird. Afterwards she builds for herself either a nest or a tomb, for she perishes that she may live; yet she produces herself. Hence she collects juices and odours, which the Assyrian gathers from the rich wood, which the wealthy Arabian gathers; which either the Pygmæan20362036 nations, or India crops, or the Sabæan land produces from its soft bosom. Hence she heaps together cinnamon and the odour of the far-scented amomum, and balsams with mixed leaves. Neither the twig of the mild cassia nor of the fragrant acanthus is absent, nor the tears and rich drop of frankincense. To these she adds tender ears20372037 of flourishing spikenard, and joins the too pleasing pastures20382038 of myrrh. Immediately she places her body about to be changed on the strewed nest, and her quiet limbs on such20392039 a couch. Then with her mouth she scatters juices around and upon her limbs, about to die with her own funeral rites. Then amidst various odours she yields up20402040 her life, nor fears the faith of so great a deposit. In the meantime her body, destroyed by death, which proves the source of life,20412041 is hot, and the heat itself produces a flame; and it conceives fire afar off from the light of heaven: it blazes, and is dissolved into burnt ashes. And these ashes collected in death it fuses,20422042 as it were, into a mass, and has an effect20432043 resembling seed. From this an animal is said to arise without limbs, but the worm is said to be of a milky colour. And it suddenly increases vastly with an imperfectly formed20442044 body, and collects itself into the appearance of a well-rounded egg. After this it is formed again, such as its figure was before, and the phœnix, having burst her shell,20452045 shoots forth, even as caterpillars20462046 in the fields, when they are fastened by a thread to a stone, are wont to be changed into a butterfly. No food is appointed for her in our world, nor does any one make it his business to feed her while unfledged. She sips the delicate20472047 ambrosial dews of heavenly nectar which have fallen from the star-bearing pole. She gathers these; with these the bird is nourished in the midst of odours, until she bears a natural form. But when she begins to flourish with early youth, she flies forth now about to return to her native abode. Previously, however, she encloses in an ointment of balsam, and in myrrh and dissolved20482048 frankincense, all the remains of her own body, and the bones or ashes, and relics20492049 of herself, and with pious mouth brings it into a round form,20502050 and carrying this with her feet, she goes to the rising of the sun, and tarrying at the altar, she draws it forth in the sacred temple. She shows and presents herself an object of admiration to the beholder; such great beauty is there, such great honour abounds. In the first place, her colour is like the brilliancy20512051 of that which the seeds of the pomegranate when ripe take under the smooth rind;20522052 such colour as is contained in the leaves which the poppy produces in the fields, when Flora spreads her garments beneath the blushing sky. Her shoulders and beautiful breasts shine with this covering; with this her head, with this her neck, and the upper parts of her back shine. And her tail is extended, varied with yellow metal, in the spots of which mingled purple blushes. Between her wings there is a bright20532053 mark above, as20542054 Tris on high is wont to paint a cloud from above. She gleams resplendent with a mingling of the green emerald, and a shining beak20552055 of pure horn opens itself. Her eyes are large;20562056 you might 326believe that they were two jacinths;20572057 from the middle of which a bright flame shines. An irradiated crown is fitted20582058 to the whole of her head, resembling on high the glory of the head of Phœbus.20592059 Scales cover her thighs spangled with yellow metal, but a rosy20602060 colour paints her claws with honour. Her form is seen to blend the figure of the peacock with that of the painted bird of Phasis.20612061 The winged creature which is produced in the lands of the Arabians, whether it be beast or bird, can scarcely equal her magnitude.20622062 She is not, however, slow, as birds which through the greatness of their body have sluggish motions, and a very heavy20632063 weight. But she is light and swift, full of royal beauty. Such she always shows herself20642064 in the sight of men. Egypt comes hither to such a wondrous20652065 sight, and the exulting crowd salutes the rare bird. Immediately they carve her image on the consecrated marble, and mark both the occurrence and the day with a new title. Birds of every kind assemble together; none is mindful of prey, none of fear. Attended by a chorus of birds, she flies through the heaven, and a crowd accompanies her, exulting in the pious duty. But when she has arrived at the regions of pure ether, she presently returns;20662066 afterwards she is concealed in her own regions. But oh, bird of happy lot and fate,20672067 to whom the god himself granted to be born from herself! Whether it be female, or male, or neither, or both, happy she, who enters into20682068 no compacts of Venus. Death is Venus to her; her only pleasure is in death: that she may be born, she desires previously to die. She is an offspring to herself, her own father and heir, her own nurse, and always a foster-child to herself. She is herself indeed, but not the same, since she is herself, and not herself, having gained eternal life by the blessing of death. 327