The last FOUR lines of this poem touched my heart to the deepest... ‘How Do I Love Thee’ by Elizabeth Barrett 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 a 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 ith the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death...
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