I knew a phoenix reborn
From reliefs of rye
Governed by a storm
And unwilling to die.
It flew on golden foam
Illuminating the sky.
Its wings made their home
In heaven’s abiding eye.
Bore by cloudy cataracts,
The phoenix lived afloat
On blistered gales intact
Its powers of flight promote.
The full flower of your flight
Blossoms beyond my reach.
Winged spirit, undo the night,
There is still much to teach.
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