Sonnet September: How do I love thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett 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 candlelight
I love thee freely, as men strive for sight.
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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