How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breath and heaight
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old briefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saintd-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears of all my life! And, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
