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~Poetry - Elizabeth Barrett Browning~

~Sonnets From The Portuguese - XLII~

			 
			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 all 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.