How do I love thee

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 days

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee surely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old grief, 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.