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<strong>X</strong>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 <samp>?9９ｌiｂ.</samp>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.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>
XI</strong><s>?.</s>
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 Beloved, it is plain
I am not of thy worth nor for thy place !
A, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindig grace,
To live on still in love, a in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renouhee to thy face.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>
XII</strong>
Ihis very love which is my boast,
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Doth e with a ruby large enow
To draw mens eyes and prove the inner cost,--
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,
I should not love withal, uhat thou
Hadst set me an example, shown me how,
When first thine ear eyes with mine were crossed,
And love called love. And thus, I ot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek !)
Is by thee only, whom I love a<big>..</big>lone.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>XIV</strong>
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for loves sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speakily,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, aes brought
A se<cite>..</cite>nse of pleasant ease on such a day--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be ged, or ge for thee,--and love, sht,
May be unwrought so. her love me for
Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might fet to weep, who bore
Thy fort long, and lose thy love thereby !
But love me for loves sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through loves eternity.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>XIV (If thou must love me, let it be for nought)</strong>
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for loves sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speakily,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, aes brought
A sense of ease on such a day--"
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be ged, or ge for thee,--and love, sht,
May be unwrought so. her love me for
Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheek dry,--
A creature might fet to weep, who bore
Thy fort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for loves sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through loves eternity.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
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