A Phoenix Flame
In my
heart a phoenix flame,
Darts and
scorches me all day.
Should a
fierce sun do the same,
I die all
day.
Oh, for
pools of sunken rocks,
Minnow
haunted mountain brooks.
Blust'ring
gales of Equinox,
Cold green
nooks.
Who could
boast a careless wit,
Doubly
roasted heart and hide,
Turning on
the sun's red spit,
Consumed
inside?