| Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
 And worthy of acceptation.
 Fire is bright,
 Let temple burn, or flax.
 An equal light
 
 Leeps 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 the 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
 
 Nature’s.How the great work of Love enhances
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