A Birthday | Christina Rossetti, 1861

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 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, A Birthday, 1861

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