Sunday, January 29, 2012

Quote: Sonnets from the Portugese by Browning

It's only part of Sonnets from the Portugese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning:

'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 every day'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.'

Love this part! The beginning should sound familiar to a lot of people, and I never knew the rest of it till a couple of days ago. This sonnet is beautiful!


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