Friday, June 1, 2012

"Love" by George Herbert





    Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
    Guilty of dust and sin.
    But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
    From my first entrance in,
    Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
    If I lack'd anything.
     
    'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:'
    Love said, 'You shall be he.'
    'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
    I cannot look on Thee.'
    Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
    'Who made the eyes but I?'
     
    'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame
    Go where it doth deserve.'
    'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?'
    'My dear, then I will serve.'
    'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.'
    So I did sit and eat.


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