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 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.
The speaker now exerts her own control in a variation on the refrain at the beginning of each ot the stanzas.
Twice