Friday, March 26, 2010

Love III, by George Herbert

Thanks to Tish (hi, Tish!) for leaving this George Herbert poem in my "Reason Behind the Title" post (in case you didn't know, "Brittle Crazy Glass" is from a George Herbert poem). Also, it's a great poem as we look ahead to Easter next weekend!

LOVE (III)

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.

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