HOW DO I LOVE THEE?--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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 ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight
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 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.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight
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 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.