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. |
