In my body lives a flame, br Flame that burns me all the day; br When a fierce sun does the same, br I am charred away. br br Who could keep a smiling wit, br Roasted so in heart and hide, br Turning on the sun's red spit, br Scorched by love inside? br br Caves I long for and cold rocks, br Minnow-peopled country brooks, br Blundering gales of Equinox, br Sunless valley-nooks, br br Daily so I might restore br Calcined heart and shrivelled skin, br A morning phœnix with proud roar br Kindled new within.