How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depths 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 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, all of my life-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
"How Do I Love Thee?
Sonnets From The Portuguese (43)
(1845)
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)
English poetess of the Victorian Era and
beloved wife of English poet Robert Browning
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