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Robert Graves - Morning Phœnix
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    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 phœnix with proud roar
    Kindled new within.
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