my heart is like a singing bird
whose nest is in a water's 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
诗歌在此。 啊哈,前3楼都是我的
