Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed <br />And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, <br />Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light <br />Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed: <br />And love is fire. And when I say at need <br />I love thee . . . mark ! . . . I love thee--in thy sight <br />I stand transfigured, glorified aright, <br />With conscience of the new rays that proceed <br />Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low <br />In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures <br />Who love God, God accepts while loving so. <br />And what I feel, across the inferior features <br />Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show <br />How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-x-3/
