*Heidie*

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 the 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.