George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

Love (Iii) - Poem by George Herbert

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,
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.
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, 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.


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  • (12/5/2017 11:59:00 AM)


    Introduced by a friend, retired English master, the second line confused me, why 'Dust', I wondered but he suggested it might refer to that which sticks to us through life and experience. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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