Love

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 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 taste my meat.'
   So I did sit and eat.

by George Herbert

Comments (2)

Beautiful poem with many fantastic lines. I loved reading all the lines... Till there is life, death cannot touch you, be bold, Life is far better than precious diamond, zed or gold Very true said, life is precious than any thing else in the world. Beautiful presentation.
There is life above birth and death can not touch bold. Nice realization and awareness fear not to live with cheerful moments. Excellent work shred on.