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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.