A Birthday

• 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 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.