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 lacked anything.

'A guest', I answered, 'worthy to be here.'
                                 Love said, 'You shall be he.'
'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
                                 I cannot look at thee.'
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
                                 'Who made the eyes but I?'

'Truth, Lord, but I have marred 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.
George Herbert | Classic Poems

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