Lyric Poem · Love
A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti · 1861
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.
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Quick facts
- Poem
- A Birthday
- Poet
- Christina Rossetti
- Published
- 1861
- Length
- 16 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Rhyming Poems
- Themes
- Love, Happiness
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 16 lines · 2 octaves
- Line length
- Mostly 8-syllable lines (tetrameter length).
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- Author record
- Christina Rossetti1830–1894
- Source record
- PoetryDBA Birthday by christina-rossetti, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- 1861
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 1a13463628815446…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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