Which Love had kindly spread;
First love gave me roast lamb to break my fast,
Adding unleavened bread
And bitter herbs; no other food surpassed
The meal on which I fed!
And Love had brought me to His house of wine
While Love became my banner:
The richness and variety was fine
Because Love was the planner;
The apples and the raisin-cakes were mine
And all served in Love's manner.
Love having drawn us till we would not roam,
By Love's unfathomed art,
Asked, "Have you any food?"; we were at home
And so we gave Love part
Of a broiled fish, and of a honey-comb,
To satisfy Love's heart.
This is a reaction to the great George Herbert's poem Love (III):