Sunday, July 11, 2004

with a love i seemed to lose.

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 every day'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.

[wordophile : how do i love thee by elizabeth barrett browning]

ahhh an old favourite (i'm sure i've posted this before in the strange morphing journal) that always makes me smile. and the most beautiful lines in italics.

words are like people. so ready for love, so easy to hate.

gee, my language just fails me...

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