Guest Inn

    



    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?


~  George Herbert  ~ www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TGse5…