Love3 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 unking, 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 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 down," says Love, "and taste my meat." So I did sit and eat. 2
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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 unking, 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 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 down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.