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 silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARTING OF THE WAYS by JOSEPH BENSON GILDER NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS THE MILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE QUEEN FORGETS by GEORGE STERLING |