A Birthday

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 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.

.

.

.

This poem is very sweet and lovely. In this poem, the birthday compared to love.

I think it is metaphor. In this poem, there are many figure of speeches such as

personification and metaphor. While I was reading this poem, I was able to feel sense of love.

I could feel what love is.