How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways
by: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806 - 1861)
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 choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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Pains of Love
Bianca Among The Nightingales
Grief
If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught
I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung
Cry Out Of The Children, The
Weakest Thing, The
When Our Two Souls Stand Up Erect And Strong
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