Love, mere love
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Let temple burn, or flax and an equal light leaps in the flames from cedar plank or weed. And love is fire.
The Gemstone Line
How does it sound? Why does it work?
The poem
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of, worthy to receive. 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 you . . . mark! . . . I love you—in your sight
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face towards yours. 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, does flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.
Give the gift of love!
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