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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