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[|Sonnet 43] By: Elizabeth Barrett Browning  x     [|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]. ﻿  Analysis   Form [|Listen!] Angelle Graham