A phoenix sat atop a tree, wings open, an assortment of animals below, c. 1530–60 by Master of the Die "Who with his feathers creates such fine works, And who so proudly soars through the vast sky, If not that pilgrim grace within me, That Heaven grants so freely to but a few? Who brings such rich scents to its nest? And who dies, is reborn, and lives alone? Who bears on neck and wings both glory and honor, And who steals such beauty from the heavens?"
Metamorphosis