A Birthday

By Christina Rossetti 1830–1894 Christina 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.

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Poet Christina Rossetti 1830–1894

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Relationships, Birth & Birthdays, Living, Love, Romantic Love, Classic Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes

Occasions Weddings, Birthdays, Anniversary, Toasts & Celebrations

Holidays Valentine's Day

Poetic Terms Imagery, Simile, Rhymed Stanza