how do i love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breath and hight
My sould can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of the being and ideal garce
I love thee to the level of everydays
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 choose, I shall but love thee
better after death.
