(Sonnet 43)
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 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.
This sonnet may be a bit corny today, but it is one of my favorite sonnets. I happen to love sonnets, and I find this one particularly beautiful. My poor high school English Lit students get a bit sick of sonnets when I teach them British poetry. I still love this one.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Born: 6 March 1806
- Birthplace: Durham, England
- Died: 29 June 1861
One of my favorites as well :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for this! As it happens, I just finished a paper on EBB for a 'death & the Victorians' grad seminar so it's interesting to see her own magnificent grave monument.
ReplyDeleteI remember reading her poem 'A Musical Instrument' in middle school, loved it.
ReplyDeleteI love this one. It was one of the few sonnets I could make heads or tails of in high school lit.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Peace <3
Jay