Claudian

“ The labouring pile great Nature's heart hath stirr'd
With fear to lose the everlasting bird:
She bids the flames keep faith, and, as of yore,
Th' immortal glory of the world restore.
And now with strength renew'd each member glows,
Full through each vein the blood returning flows;
Along the cindery shape strange movements pass,
Life thrills within, and plumage clothes the mass. ”

“ Whom weary Time with life still new supplies—
Who not on common aliment is fed,
Who quaffs no draught from earthly fountain-head:
The sun's pure warmth sustains him, and the breeze
That wafts refreshment from the gentle seas. ”