Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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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  • (11/20/2016 5:14:00 PM)


    (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.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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