Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed br And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, br Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light br Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed: br And love is fire. And when I say at need br I love thee . . . mark ! . . . I love thee--in thy sight br I stand transfigured, glorified aright, br With conscience of the new rays that proceed br Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low br In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures br Who love God, God accepts while loving so. br And what I feel, across the inferior features br Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show br How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.