A Birthday

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

And leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;

Because the birthday of my life

Is come, my love is come to me.