Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
Who from the sacred ashes of her honour
Shall star-like rise as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fix’d.
I have always been fascinated by this mythical bird and it’s magic. Always felt, no matter how many times I may go down, I will regenerate and rise up fierce and strong. Now more than ever, I need this magic.