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She tells him that
"The widest landDoom takes to part us, leaves thy hand in mineWith pulses that beat double. What I doAnd what I dream include thee, as the wineMust taste of its own grapes. And when I sueGod for myself, he hears that name of thineAnd sees within mine eyes the tears of two."
She shows him how worthy of acceptance is the love of the most humble; how beautiful is mere love itself; how impossible it is that there should be anything low in love, even when the lowliest love; how God accepts the love of the meanest creatures, because they love. How through her love, she stands transfigured and glorified in her lover's presence, and
She pleads that he may not love her for her deserts, which she accounts poor, and says:
"If thou must love me, let it be for naughtExcept for love's sake only. Do not sayI love her for her smile—her look—her way.Of speaking gently—for a trick of thoughtWhich falls in well with mine, and certes broughtA sense of pleasant ease on such a day—For these things in themselves, beloved, mayBe changed, or change for thee—and love so wrought,May be unwrought so. Neither love me forThine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry—