A Birthday（1/1）

Christa Gea Rossetti

My heart is like a sgg bird

Whoseisa watered shoot;

My heart is like an apple tree

Whose boughs are bent with thickest fruit;

My heart is like a rabow shell

That paddlesa hal sea;

My heart is gdder than all these

Becae y love is e to .

Raisea dais of silk and down;

Hang it with vair and purple dyes;

Carve itdoves and pogranates

And peacks with a hundred eyes;

Work itgold and silver grapes,

In leaves and silver fleur-de-lys;

Becae the birthday of y life

Is e, y love is e to .