Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love

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

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And love is fire. Good sonnet with a good rhyme scheme Of Abba Abba.... A good example of the Petrarchan or Italian sonnet SylvaOnyema Uba.
There's nothing low in love.... I love it 😍
(Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.) There's nothing low In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures Who love God, God accepts while loving so.