Christina Georgina Rossetti



                   A Birthday


                   My heart is like a singing bird 
                   Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; 
                   My heart is like an apple-tree 
                   Whose boughs are bent with thick-set 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 daïs 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.


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