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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 a while;

Wait while the skylarks pipe,

Till the corn grows

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

This contemned of a man,

This marred one heedless day,

This heart take Thou to scan Both within and without:

Refine with fire its gold,

Purge Thou its 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.

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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. "Gobl…

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