A Birthday

by Christina Rossetti

 

My heart is like a singing bird
     Whose nest is in a watered shoot ;
My heart is like an apple-tree
     Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
     That paddles in a halcyon sea ;
My heart is gladder than all these
     Because my love is come to me.
 
Raise me a dais of silk and down ;
     Hang it with vair and purple dyes ;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
     And peacocks with a hundred eyes ;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
     In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys ;
Because the birthday of my life
     Is come, my love is come to me.
 
Christina Rossetti | Classic Poems
 

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