Wednesday, August 8, 2007

A Birthday



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.

By Christina Rossetti
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2 comments:

Wendy WaterBirde said...

Your birthday?

If so happy happy birthday : )

Paix,

Wendy

elena maria vidal said...

Thanks, Wendy! Actually, my birthday is on August 15, the Assumption, which is why I was named for the Blessed Mother. (They were going to name me "Siobhan.")