Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, <br />Guilty of dust and sin. <br />But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack, <br />From my first entrance in, <br />Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, <br />If I lack'd anything. <br /> <br />A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here: <br />Love said, You shall be he. <br />I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear, <br />I cannot look on thee. <br />Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, <br />Who made the eyes but I? <br /> <br />Truth Lord, but I have marr'd them: let my shame <br />Go where it doth deserve. <br />And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame? <br />My dear, then I will serve. <br />You must sit down, says Love, and tast me meat: <br />So I did sit and eat.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-iii/
