Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth, and height
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 candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from 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 chooses,
I shall but love thee better after death.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
ahhhhhh...beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love this today....so so sweet!
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