My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd 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 daïs 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.
Whose nest is in a water'd 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 daïs 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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