An Allusion to the Phoenix <br /> <br />'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round <br />Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is alone, <br />Which best by you of living things is known; <br />None like to that, none like to you is found. <br />Your beauty is the hot and splend'rous sun, <br />The precious spices be your chaste desire, <br />Which being kindled by that heav'nly fire, <br />Your life so like the Phoenix's begun; <br />Yourself thus burned in that sacred flame, <br />With so rare sweetness all the heav'ns perfuming, <br />Again increasing as you are consuming, <br />Only by dying born the very same; <br />And, wing'd by fame, you to the stars ascend, <br />So you of time shall live beyond the end.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xvi-mongst-all-the-creatures/
