Sonnets from the Portuguese (10)
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
X.
YET, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax! And 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.
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