Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
How Do I Love Thee, - "Sonnets from the Portuguese"
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
I love thee with the passion put to use ,
In my oId 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
I shall but love thee better after death.
is, above all, the gift of oneself. - Jean Anouilh,
When I am sad and
weary. When I think all hope has gone.
When I walk along High Holborn,
I think of you with nothing on .
have most power to hurt us that we love. - Francis Beaumont