LOVE III - So I Did Sit

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 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 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.