SONNET XLIII
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 grief’s, 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. (7)
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