Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed

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Title:     Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning [More Titles by Browning]

Sonnet X.

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And when I say at need
_I love thee_ ... mark!... _I love thee_--in thy sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
And what I _feel_, across the inferior features
Of what I _am_, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.

[The end]
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem: Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed

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