A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
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.
Art inspiration: Rosa Nguyen
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Quote: Live boldly, laugh loudly, love truely. (Mary Anne Radmacher)
Poem by Christina Rossetti found on http://www.poets.org/
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I love the pomegranates. I recently posted a photo on my blog. i was so fascinated the first time I saw one bursting open on a tree when we moved south.
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