How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

[imatfaal]

Just cos it is her anniversary and it is a great sonnet

 

 

Sonnets from the Portuguese XLIII

 

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.

 

Elizabeth Barratt Browning - born this day 1806

[John Cuthber]

Or, then again,