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(Sonnet 43)
Elizabeth Barrett
Browning
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.
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.
In my old griefs,
and with my childhood’s faith.
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.
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