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 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.