Love (III)

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.

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George Herbert

George Herbert Downloads read by Lavinia Greenlaw & Jo Shapcott

1The Collar (read by Lavinia Greenlaw)


2Redemption (read by Lavinia Greenlaw)


3Affliction (read by Lavinia Greenlaw)


4Jordan (read by Lavinia Greenlaw)


5Vanity (read by Lavinia Greenlaw)


6Love (read by Jo Shapcott)