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 gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-ly.
Because the birthday of my life is come, my love is come to me
- Christina Rossetti
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