Christina Rossetti. Tennyson.

Christina

My heart is like a singing bird,

Whose nest is a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bend 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 has come to me.
Tennyson
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
she is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries "She is near, she is near";
And the white rose weeps "She is late";
The Larkspur listen, "I hear, I hear";
And the lily whispers, "I wait."