Urdu Poetry | Sonnet 43 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(Elizabeth Barrett Browning) 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 every day'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 (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; if god choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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