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.