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A Birthday
Christina Georgina Rossetti. 1830-1894
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 daïs 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.
From: Quiller-Couch, Arthur.
The Oxford Book of Verse. (1900)
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