Sir Hubert Parry
my heart is like a singing bird
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered 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 purple sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of
[silk and down]
1; 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 fleur-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love, is come to me.
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