Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | October 24, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: A Birthday

by Christina Rossetti  (1830 – 1894).

A Birthday

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
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.

Notes:
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/crossetti/index.html
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/rossetti.htm

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