by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894)
Language: English
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 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 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 tiny fleur-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love, is come to me.
Composition:
- Set to music by Robert Aldridge (b. 1954), "A birthday", confirmed with a concert program
Text Authorship:
- by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830 - 1894), "A birthday"
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Line count: 16
Word count: 108