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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY SONNET: SATIRE 3. ON RELIGION by JOHN DONNE OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 3. ISAAC BROWN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM AH, HAD I SEEN THEE SOONER! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE VISITOR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PSALMS OF THE SEA: THE CONVERT by EVERETT BOSTON THE EMPIRE STATE by LUCY BURGMAN |