No tempo em que celebro o meu aniversário o Arquivo de Cabeceira vem ao Marbles

A de Aniversário (VI)

No aniversário de uma das minhas pessoas preferidas, o meu poema de aniversário preferido:


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

Christina Rossetti (1861)

                                 [Obrigada à Inês, no coração e aqui ]

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