Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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. 

1. Song (O roses for the flush of youth)
2. Maude Clare
3. My Dream
4. A Peal of Bells
5. Fata Morgana

Aleister Crowley A Birthday ("Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years")

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