No.43 from "Sonnets from the Portuguese"

No.43 from "Sonnets from the Portuguese"

No.43 from 'Sonnets from the Portuguese'

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 the better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 - 1861)

Taken from The Complete Wedding Music Planner, published by Wise Publishing.

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