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WEARY PHOENIX by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER

First Line: AMID THE FLAMES, SELF BURNED, THE GREAT BIRD DIES
Last Line: "I THINK OF SLEEP—PERHAPS THE ASH IS BEST."
Subject(s): BIRDS; BIRDS' NESTS;
Amid the flames, self burned, the great bird dies,
White embers wait his new birth as a nest,
But if he said, "Perhaps I shall not rise,
"I think of sleep—perhaps the ash is best."



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