Friday, October 12, 2012

Love

Love (III)
- George Herbert

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
     Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
   From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
     If I lack'd any thing.

"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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