Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 12, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Love (III)

by George Herbert (1593 – 1633).

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,                                  5

If I lack’d 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.                                                                     10

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.                                                              15

And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?

My dear, then I will serve.

You must sit down, says Love, and tast me meat:

So I did sit and eat.

 

Notes:

http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/628

http://swc2.hccs.edu/HTMLS/RowHTML/Herbert/

 


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