George Herbert's "Love"

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 anything.

"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
          Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the 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.
—George Herbert

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