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.
‐Christina Rossetti

Can someone explain me the meaning of this poem. I don't understand what are talking about. Lol helpme out! Thanks!