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 everyday'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 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.