Love (III)
George Herbert
1593 to 1633
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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A guest, I answered, worthy to be here:
Who made the eyes but I?
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked any thing.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
So I did sit and eat.
My dear, then I will serve.
I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,
From my first entrance in,
Guilty of dust and sin.
I cannot look on thee.
Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?
You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat:
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
Love said, You shall be he.