A Birthday by 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

The 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.

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2 thoughts on “A Birthday by Christina Rossetti

    1. We havent reached this poem yet, and we probably won’t look at it until after January as we are looking at the short stories…

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