I love thee to the depth and bredth and height
My soulcan reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and Ideal Grace.
I loe 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.
Ilove thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, Ilove thee with the breath,
Smile, tears, of all my life! and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after deeath.