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.