Christina Georgina Rossetti
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.
