How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth,
And height and breadth.
My soul can rech
When feeling out of sight
For the ends of being
And ideal grace.
I love thee freely,
As men strive for night
I love thee freely,
As they turn their praise.
I love thee with a
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 love thee
Better after death! !
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