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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 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 the 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.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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