Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Day 12/365

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 with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

1 comment:

  1. I don't think I'd ever read that poem in its entirety. How lovely, Hannah. Thank you for posting this.
    The photo makes me wants to pluck little twirly seed stems as I recite, "He loves me, he loves me not...".