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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.