How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love you 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 you to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love you freely, as men strive for Right;
I love you purely, as men turn from Praise.
I love you with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.