Bonus Poem

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Love(III)
George Herbert
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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