George Herbert (1593-1633)
Love (III)
1Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
2 Guilty of dust and sin.
3But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
4 From my first entrance in,
5Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
6 If I lack'd anything.
7"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
8 Love said, "You shall be he."
9"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
10 I cannot look on thee."
11Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
12 "Who made the eyes but I?"
13"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
14 Go where it doth deserve."
15"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
16 "My dear, then I will serve."
17"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
18 So I did sit and eat.
3 comments:
See also Vaughn Williams' setting in "Five Mystical Songs."
That's great for the letter, but what about the home town story?
this is one of my favorite poems, ever. thanks.
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