Love (A Poem 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 on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did rely,
"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," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.
By George Herbert
This is so beautiful.
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Thank you for sharing!
Dani xoxo
a vapor in the wind
Yeah, I really like this one as well. Glad you enjoyed it! ;)
DeleteSimply beautiful. <3
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