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This is one of the most joyous poems that I know.
I've copied and pasted it from here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174258 which is a good website for looking up poems.
A Birthday Christina Rossetti 1830–1894
My heart is like a singing birdWhose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shellThat paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all theseBecause my love is come to me.
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 lifeIs come, my love is come to me.
I just love the air of spontaneity (I bet it took a longish time to achieve that!) and rush and running around madly in an orchard, and the way she looks for the grandest words and things she can think of in the second verse. Nothing as coarse or as obvious as diamonds and jewels, more like "heaven's embroidered cloths" and flourishes and palanquins (what's a palanquin? sounds good anyway). This is a howdah, which is not the kind of sound I wanted, but probably the sort of thing I'm thinking of. It goes on top of an elephant. That's another good sounding word.
|Hathi Howdah or Elephant seat in the Mehrangarh Fort Museum.|
Here's a palanquin; turns out it is an Asian version of a sedan chair:
|Kumagai on the Kisokaido, ukiyo-e prints by Keisai Eisen|