Love (III)

George Herbert

1593 to 1633

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