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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 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 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.
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