Birthday

My heart is like a singing bird

Whose best is in a water es shoot;

My heart is like an apple tree

Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit;

My heart is like a rainbow shell

That paddles in a 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 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

Has come, my love has come to me.