Letras
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