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
Of all Victorian women poets, posterity has been kindest to Christina Rossetti. Her poetry has never disappeared from view, and her reputation, though it suffered a decline in the first half of the twentieth century, has always been preserved to some degree. Critical interest in Rossetti’s poetry swelled in the final decades of the twentieth century, a resurgence largely impelled by the emergence of feminist criticism; much of . . .
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Poem Categorization
SUBJECT
Relationships,
Birth & Birthdays,
Living,
Love,
Romantic Love,
Classic Love,
Desire,
Infatuation & Crushes
POET’S REGION
England
SCHOOL / PERIOD
Victorian
Poetic Terms
Imagery,
Simile,
Rhymed Stanza
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