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 every day'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, of all my life and if God chooses
I shall but love thee better after death.
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 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, of all my life and if God chooses
I shall but love thee better after death.
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