Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worth 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.
