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 dais of silk
and down;
Hand 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 Georgina
Rossetti
Love Poems
