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 every day'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
"XLIII"
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