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06-04-05, 12:54 PM
How i love thee? Let me count 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 every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light;
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 alove 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 Browning
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