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 lacked anything.
A guest, I answer’d, worthy to be here:
Love
said, You shall be he.
I, the unkind, 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, Love
Image source: Daniel Bonnell, The Road to Emmaus (2002)
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