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?