And if the vulgar and malignant crowd
Misunderstand the love with which we’re blest,
Its worth is not affected in the least:
Our faith and honest love can still feel proud.

Earth is the meager source of all that we
Can know while still fleshbound. To those who see
In the right way, its gives most copiously.

The living portion of my love is not
My heart; the love with which I love has no
Heart, for in human hearts things mean and low
Always exist, in impulse or in thought.

In this way value always is detected
In proud and natural things. Heaven will not fail
To give what’s needful when their birth takes place

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