by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count
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 candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive
I love thee purely, as they turn
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my
I love thee with a love I seemed
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