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Poetry (How Do I love thee?)
(I'm feeling loved)
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 feeliign 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 RIghts,
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 love thee better after death.
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