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.