Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back, guiltie of dust and - TopicsExpress



          

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back, guiltie of dust and sinne. But quick-eyd Love, observing me grow slack from my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning if I lackd anything. A guest, I answered, worthy to be here; Love said: you shall be he. I the unkinde, ungrateful? Ah, my deare, I cannot look on thee. Love took my hand, and, smiling, did reply: who made the eyes but I?
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 04:18:44 +0000

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