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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 acceps
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. |
