Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

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.