söndag 25 september 2011

Sonnet 43 - How do I love him

                  " 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 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 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 Barret Browling "


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