In My Body Lives A Flame, Flame That Burns Me All The Day; When A Fierce Sun Does The Same, I Am Charred Away. Who Could Keep A Smiling Wit, Roasted So In Heart And Hide, Turning On The Sun'S Red Spit, Scorched By Love Inside? Caves I Long For And Cold Rocks, Minnow-Peopled Country Brooks, Blundering Gales Of Equinox, Sunless Valley-Nooks, Daily So I Might Restore Calcined Heart And Shrivelled Skin, A Morning Phoenix With Proud Roar Kindled New Within.