Poem: The Birthday by Cristina Rosetti

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A Birthday

 

Christina Rossetti

 

 

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.

 

Halcyon] idyllic, calm

Dais] platform

Down] soft feathers

Vair] squirrel fur

Eyes] ie the circles in a peacock’s tail

Fleurs-de-lys] three-petalled flowers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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