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.
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee to the level of everyday’s 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 BROWNING & ROBERT BROWNING
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