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.
The photo is not of my apple tree, but one of the young trees in my neighbor’s orchard. I do have ancient apple trees in the fields around my house which are bearing heavily this year. They are not so beautiful, but they are edible and useful.
This is my first Muse Day post. I have enjoyed so many of the verses from other bloggers that I am glad to finally have something to share.