I LOVE THEE

"When I am sad and weary
when I think all hope has gone
when I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on"

"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 candlelight.
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 saintes,-I love thee with the breath,
smiles, tears, of all my life!- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."