My Birthday


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 the 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 has 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 fluer-de-lys;

Because the Birthday of my life

Is come, my love is come to me.