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.
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