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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love
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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.
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