Yet a woman’s…
words are weak // You should speak, not I. -Twice
With a critical…
eye you scanned, Then set it down
This contemned of a man…
this marred one heedless day
Both within and without:
Refine with fire its gold, Purge thou its dross away
‘As you set it down it broke…
–Broke, but I did not wince; I smiled at the speech you spoke,’
I take my heart in my hand,– I shall not…
die, but live,– Before Thy face I stand;
Better wait awhile…
Wait while the skylarks’ pipe, Till the corn grows brown.