How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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 sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the
level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
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 loseWith 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.