"Twice" tells the story of a heartbroken woman who, after being rejected by her beloved, turns to God for solace. Written by the English poet Christina Rossetti in 1864, the poem presents religious faith as a more reliable and transformative love than any earthly romance. With its intricate rhyme scheme, devotional nature, and attention to the gender dynamics of Victorian England, "Twice" is representative of the rest of Rossetti's influential body of work.
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1I took my heart in my hand
2(O my love, O my love),
3I said: Let me fall or stand,
4Let me live or die,
5But this once hear me speak—
6(O my love, O my love)—
7Yet a woman's words are weak;
8You should speak, not I.
9You took my heart in your hand
10With a friendly smile,
11With a critical eye you scanned,
12Then set it down,
13And said: It is still unripe,
14Better wait awhile;
15Wait while the skylarks pipe,
16Till the corn grows brown.
17As you set it down it broke—
18Broke, but I did not wince;
19I smiled at the speech you spoke,
20At your judgement I heard:
21But I have not often smiled
22Since then, nor questioned since,
23Nor cared for cornflowers wild,
24Nor sung with the singing bird.
25I take my heart in my hand,
26O my God, O my God,
27My broken heart in my hand:
28Thou hast seen, judge Thou.
29My hope was written on sand,
30O my God, O my God:
31Now let thy judgement stand—
32Yea, judge me now.
33This contemned of a man,
34This marred one heedless day,
35This heart take thou to scan
36Both within and without:
37Refine with fire its gold,
38Purge Thou its dross away—
39Yea, hold it in Thy hold,
40Whence none can pluck it out.
41I take my heart in my hand—
42I shall not die, but live—
43Before Thy face I stand;
44I, for Thou callest such:
45All that I have I bring,
46All that I am I give,
47Smile Thou and I shall sing,
48But shall not question much.
1I took my heart in my hand
2(O my love, O my love),
3I said: Let me fall or stand,
4Let me live or die,
5But this once hear me speak—
6(O my love, O my love)—
7Yet a woman's words are weak;
8You should speak, not I.
9You took my heart in your hand
10With a friendly smile,
11With a critical eye you scanned,
12Then set it down,
13And said: It is still unripe,
14Better wait awhile;
15Wait while the skylarks pipe,
16Till the corn grows brown.
17As you set it down it broke—
18Broke, but I did not wince;
19I smiled at the speech you spoke,
20At your judgement I heard:
21But I have not often smiled
22Since then, nor questioned since,
23Nor cared for cornflowers wild,
24Nor sung with the singing bird.
25I take my heart in my hand,
26O my God, O my God,
27My broken heart in my hand:
28Thou hast seen, judge Thou.
29My hope was written on sand,
30O my God, O my God:
31Now let thy judgement stand—
32Yea, judge me now.
33This contemned of a man,
34This marred one heedless day,
35This heart take thou to scan
36Both within and without:
37Refine with fire its gold,
38Purge Thou its dross away—
39Yea, hold it in Thy hold,
40Whence none can pluck it out.
41I take my heart in my hand—
42I shall not die, but live—
43Before Thy face I stand;
44I, for Thou callest such:
45All that I have I bring,
46All that I am I give,
47Smile Thou and I shall sing,
48But shall not question much.
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,
Till 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 judgement I heard:
But I have not often smiled
Since then, nor questioned since,
Nor cared for cornflowers 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 judgement stand—
Yea, judge me now.
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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Rossetti and Gender — Learn more about Rossetti's beliefs about the gender dynamics of the Victorian era.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of "Twice."
Rossetti and Religion — Check out an article that presents close readings of two of Rossetti's religious poems to learn more about her quest for spiritual fulfillment.
A Brief Biography — Learn more about Rossetti's life and work at the British Library's website.