How do I love thee?
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.
是罗伯特。布朗宁夫人在意大利写给其先生的爱情小诗,非常好听。