| Mad Social Scientist ( @ 2005-10-30 17:25:00 |
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I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
THOSE are the lines I've been trying to remember for three days. I knew something came between "I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise" and "I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints."
Yay, sonnets.
Sonnets from the Portuguese #43
Elizabeth Barret 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 a 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.
I know there are poetry buffs who know more sonnets than I do and who would probably scoff at me for like something so well-known and 'mainstream' as this. But screw them. I like this. So there. :P
remember-y