I shall but 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 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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porque nunca el tiempo es perdido,

piedras como esta no son traspiés en un camino,

sirven para detenerse y reflexionar

sobre el sentido y motivo de obras como estas,

porque son la vida