A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing
bird
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.
Is come, my love is come to me.

The poem is divided into two octets. Taken alone, the first stanza would make a delightful love poem--ignoring the title, it is only at the end of the second stanza that we discover the birthday theme. The rhyme-scheme is an intricate abcbdcec fghgigjc with "my love is come to me" as a refrain. The lyricism and rich imagery of things rare and beautiful in nature are gorgeous.
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