How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height to
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 candlelight.
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.
Yndis umsetingar