Birthday of my Life

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dies;

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 (1857)