X
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 sce of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thiheres nothing low
In love, when love the lowest: mea 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 enhanatures.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XI
And therefore if to love be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling khat fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart,--
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and scarce avail
To pipe now gainst the valley nightingale
A melanusic,--why advert
To these things ? O Belove……（内容加载失败！）
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