Love (III)
George Herbert
1593 to 1633
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Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked any thing.
A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
Love said, You be he.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?
Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
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.