A Birthday My heart is like a singing bird That sings in the wild wood; My heart is like an apple tree That blooms with bright white flowers; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in the sea: My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of satin, and of flannel, hold my head; And if you love me, a lily flower. My heart is like a speaking bird, That sings in the wild wood, My heart is like an apple tree That blooms with bright white flowers.
- Christina Rossetti