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22 May 2010 @ 12:13 pm
Happy Birthday, Beatrice!  
A Birthday  
by Christina Rossetti
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 thick-set 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 daïs 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.
*A  fur, usually from a gray and white squirrel, used for trimming and lining clothes in the Middle Ages (http://www.yourdictionary.com)

I hope you find a beautiful, luxurious space in these images where you can rest and celebrate for a while, Beatrice.
paisleychick on May 25th, 2010 02:36 am (UTC)
Thank you
That was beautiful. Thank you for you presence in my life. Besos from afar!