Twice - Christina Rossetti

I took my heart in my hand

(O my love, O my love); 

I said: Let me fall or stand,

Let me live or die, 

But this once hear me speak-

(O my love, O my love)-

Yet a woman's words are weak;

You should speak, not I.

You took my heart in your hand

With a friendly smile,

With a critical eye you scanned,

Then set it down,

And said: It is still unripe,

Better wait awhile,

Wait while the skylarks pipe,

Til the corn grows brown

As you set it down it broke-

Broke, but I did not wince;

I smiled at the speech you spoke,

At your judgment that I heard:

But I have not often smiled 

Since then, nor questioned since,

Nor cared for corn-flowers wild,

Nor sung with the singing bird.

I take my heart in my hand, 

O my God, O my God,

My broken heart in my hand:

Thou hast seen, judge Thou

My hope was written on sand,

O my God, O my God:

Now let Thy judgment stand,

Yea, judge me now.

This contemned of a man,

This marred heedless one day,

This heart take Thou to scan

Both within and without:

Refine with fire its gold,

Purge Thou with dross away-

Yea, hold it in Thy hold, 

Whence none can pluck it out.

I take my heart in my hand-

I shall not die, but live-

Before Thy face I stand;

I, for Thou callest such:

All that I have I bring,

All that I am I give,

Smile Thou and I shall sing,

But shall not question much.