20 October 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 3

Love (III)

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,

            Guiltie of dust and sinne.

But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack

            From my first entrance in,

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,

            If I lack'd any thing.

A guest, I answer'd, worthy to be here:

            Love said, you shall be he.

I the unkinde, ungratefull? Ah my deare,

            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, sayes Love, who bore the blame?

            My deare, then I will serve.

You must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat:

            So I did sit and eat.

About the author:

1593-1633. George Herbert was a Welsh poet, orator, and priest, whose extant poems concern religious themes.

For further reading:

See the complete list of work by George Herbert at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 7, No. 3, where "Love (III)" ran on October 20, 2007. List other work with these same labels: poetry, classic, rhyme.

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