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 Browning
i revisited certain memories from this sonnet after reading Paolo Coelho's entry today. Hope that you enjoy it...and his blog as well.
2 comments:
yes love. it was written by elizabeth barrett for her husband robert browning :) and was voted as the most romantic poem by the viewers back then in the uk..gosh! i like!!!
yes of course! indeed it is romantic poem.....awwwww.....
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