How do I love thee? Let me count the ways I love thee to the depth, breath, and hieght my soul can rech, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of being and ideal grace I love thee to the level of enery days Most quiet need by sun and candlelight 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 greifs, & with my childhood's faith I love thee with a love 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 love thee better after death.