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Originally Posted by senior citizen
Yes, T.S. Eliot, ditto*.......and when I was much younger, Elizabeth Barrett Browning......
*great minds think alike....thanks for sharing...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
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.
From amherst.edu
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I agree, that poem has stayed in the back of my head since a child.
March 2012 i went by her grave, i really forget where it was, Barcelona, Paris??