How
do I love thee?
Let
me count the ways.
I
love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My
soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For
the end of Being and ideal Grace.
I
love thee to the level of every day's
Most
quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I
love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I
love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I
love thee with the passion put to use
In
my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith,
I
love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With
my lost saints,- I love thee with the breath
Smiles,
Tears, of all my Life! and, If God choose,
I
shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
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