The title of this poem is misleading; it is an attempt to conceal the unimpeded confessions of an impassioned heart. Robert Browning playfully called Elizabeth his "own little Portuguese" because of her olive skin. "Sonnets from the Portuguese" are poems from her to him.
One of the greatest loves of all time were
Robert & Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(From Sonnets From the Portuguese, XLIII, by Elizabeth Barrett 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 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.
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