Twice
Christina Rossetti
1830 to 1894
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All that I am I give,
I took my heart in my hand
Since then, nor questioned since,
Nor sung with the singing bird.
With a critical eye you scanned,
I shall not die, but live,--
You should speak, not I.
My hope was written on sand,
Now let Thy judgment stand,--
As you set it down it broke,--
Yet a woman's words are weak:
Nor cared for corn-flowers wild,
And said: It is still unripe,
Both within and without:
I smiled at the speech you spoke,
Better wait awhile;
I take my heart in my hand,--
At your judgment that I heard:
(O my love, O my love);
Till the corn grows brown.
My broken heart in my hand:
Whence none can pluck it out.
This marred one heedless day,
(O my love, O my love),
Purge Thou its dross away,--
Yea, judge me now.
O my God, O my God,
Wait while the skylarks pipe,
O my God, O my God;
But I have not often smiled
I said: Let me fall or stand,
Thou hast seen, judge Thou.
But shall not question much.
Then set it down,
You took my heart in your hand
Broke, but I did not wince;
Before Thy face I stand;
This heart take Thou to scan
I, for Thou callest such:
But this once hear me speak
Yea, hold it in Thy hold,
With a friendly smile,
I take my heart in my hand,
All that I have I bring,
Refine with fire its gold,
This contemned of a man,
Smile Thou and I shall sing,
Let me live or die,