It actually tells you the day on which I started writing this (yes I know Neal, limitations of blogger, yadayadayada ;P) There's just been far too much to blog about...
What with my exams having finished, and silly colds being passed on, and library living grinding to a halt, and X-men 3 and Da Vinci Code films having been seen, and much hanging out accomplished, and wallowing in endless reminiscence (a trait I just realised I've inherited), and the science centre visited, and many a communal meal shared, a ceilidh, the last CU of the season, birthdays, a jamming session resulting in this song on perpetual repeat in my head (his fault), books that refuse to be put down, cakes and fry-ups and foodfoodfoooood, and having had so much time for his chipping away at me, I think as preparation for all that's to come... What with my head being so full to brim-levels, I've been struggling to focus anything into a blog entry. So instead I'll let you read this...
by: George Herbert (1593-1632)
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 lack'd anything.
'A guest,' I answer'd, '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 marr'd 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.
End - June 2nd