What is the metaphysical quality of George Herbert's "Love" Poem?

Here's the poem, thanks for your help :)

“Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd 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, the 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."

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Whether one knows it or not, one is "trapped" in existence, or being, and the only way to totally avoid guilt, dust, sin, loneliness, shame, seems at times to give up, to die. But the poet transcends the physical reality of his life by passing over the merely physical to the metaphysical, by embracing love as a separate reality, beyond the pains of existence.

Source(s):

Huxley, "The Perennial Philosophy"
Tillich, "The Courage to Be"
Santayana, "Platonism and the Spiritual Life"
James "The Will to Believe"
Whitehead "Religion in the making"
Walter Stace, "The Teachings of the Mystics"
Huston Smith “Forgotten Truth”

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