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...
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If thou must love me, let it be for nought |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. |
I thought once how Theocritus had sung |