"A Birthday," by Christina Rossetti
Author: 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.
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Perhaps she felt excited about her upcoming birthday.
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Create an image that shows a water’d shoot with an apple tree growing from a shell surrounded by vibrant hues of a rainbow in the evening sun. Capture the joy of this moment with a warm yet surrealistic style, evocative of Jean-Michel Basquiat.
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Perhaps she meant her love was coming to her or it came to her.
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