Another poem from Elizabeth Barrett Browning, campaigner for human
rights - including the abolition of slavery and improving child labour
laws. The first poem I posted of hers is
The Cry of the Children,
a truly remarkable piece showing the horror of the conditions many
children faced at the time, while retaining a lyricism and beauty around
the core of unease.
On the other hand this is a love
poem, with an inner core of strength, and a sense of the inevitable,
possibly obtained from having battled illness most of her life.
Enjoy!
How do I love thee? (Sonnet 43, 1845) 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.
For more great poetry, check out the Tuesday poem hub
here.
