PoemA Birthday
Author / PoetChristina Rossetti
TagsCelebration, Joy, Love, Nature

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
Christina Rossetti
5 Dec 1830 - 29 Dec 1894
Region: Northern Europe
Period: Victorian
Movement: Pre-Raphaelite

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A Green CornfieldFreedom, Harmony, Nature
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