Monday, May 4, 2009

A BIRTHDAY - By Christina Rossetti

A BIRTHDAY - By 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 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 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 red and golden 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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2 comments:

Katherine said...

Happy Birthday Alden?

Alden said...

No Katherine, I have given up on birthdays - in fact I have decided to only mark the passing of a year every decade, that should mean I grow old really really slowly. I don't know why I didn't think of that years ago.

A beautiful poem don't you think?
I post a lot of poetry because a lot of it (especially love poetry) is so very good.