6 de março de 2005


Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)


XLIII

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 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.


Elizabeth Barett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese


http://www.poets.org/poets/poets.cfm?prmID=153
http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/ebb/ebbio1.html
http://mtmt.essortment.com/elizabethbarret_rysn.htm

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