Autumn Fog ft. George Herbert

The Autumn fog has arrived in its masses! Well, I convinced myself to get up at 7am one morning and to go out see what this is all about.. and it hit me.. I was reminded of a poem that I studied in the final year of my degree. Although the poem has nothing to do with the fog itself, it was a renewing reminder of my relationship with Love; the fog personified this. I hope the images and words compliment each other to you as much as it does for me. 

LOVE (III) by George Herbert 1633

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 any thing.


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.

Cephas AzariahComment