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 any thing. "A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here": Love said, "You should 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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES DO THOU LOVE, TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TWILIGHT SYMPHONY by LESLIE ANDERSON THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES SEA-SONG by WILLIAM DRUMMOND BAKER |