Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Элизабет Барретт Браунинг)

Sonnets from the Portuguese. 43. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

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 every day'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 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 choose,
I shall but love thee better after death. 

1. Bianca among the Nightingales
2. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 18. I never gave a lock of hair away
3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 27. My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me
4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 20. Belovëd, my Belovëd, when I think
5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 12. Indeed this very love which is my boast

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