Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Phoenix and the Dove

[The Hint taken from the French of Millevoix.]

My wings are bright with the rainbow's dyes,
    My birth is amid perfume;
My death-song is music's sweetest sighs;
    The sun himself lights my tomb.
My flight is traced in the clouds above;
    The grave teems with life for me;
I stand alone—Alone! cried the dove—
    Oh, I then can but pity thee!