Hey, baby, how you doin' Wow, huh, it's really been a long time On a starry winter night in Portugal Where the ocean kissed the southern shore There a dream I never thought would come to pass from: ...a friend ;)
SONNET #43, FROM THE PORTUGUESE By Elizabeth Barrett Browning 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.
Hey, baby, how you doin'
ReplyDeleteWow, huh, it's really been a long time
On a starry winter night in Portugal
Where the ocean kissed the southern shore
There a dream I never thought would come to pass
from: ...a friend ;)
SONNET #43, FROM THE PORTUGUESE
ReplyDeleteBy Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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.