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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 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.