The following poem is my favourite piece in the English Literature
Sad ,poignant and achingly beautiful,it reflects a lot of what i am and what i feel.
It was written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning aged 38, fell in love with a younger man in the 18th century,a no mean feat ,inspite of oppostion from her heartless father and the fact that she was an invalid.However love conquers all n they led a happy life til she died in his arms 1861.
I hope every body who reads it enjoys it as much i do.
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.
Elizabeth Barett Browning
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