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 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
Sonnets From The Portuguese 43:
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