Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed

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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.

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Comments (6)

Enjoyed reading your poem Alan
Nature is a great teacher and gives us lessons through it's different manifestations and moods. A great poem, short and sweet indeed. Thanks for sharing it here.
Small and lovely... the poet seeking patience that synchronizes our lives with time.
I would guess that even cavemen were lamenting their lack of patience. It is such a universal theme.
.....patience is a beautiful thing... love this ★
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