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.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: March 6, 1806
- Died: June 29, 1861