How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth my soul can be,
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose,
with the passion put to use in my old griefs,
I love thee with the breath and tears of all my life,
I shall but love thee more while you gone with the wind.