I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

And winter, and it seemed as if they grew

My ministering life-angel justified

I love thee with the passion put to use

And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied

From my hearts ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers

I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.

With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all

And wait thy weeding; yet heres eglantine,

The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much

I love thee to the level of everydays

Instruct me how to thank thee ! Oh, to shoot

Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such

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Love that endures, from Life that disappears !

And since, not so long back but that the flowers

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers

To hear my music in its louder parts

Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,

In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith.

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Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.

When the sob took it, thy divinest Arts

Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth

Leave here the pages九-九-藏-書 with long musing curled,

With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,

Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,

By natural ills, received the comfort fast,

Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers,

Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world !

For any weeping. Polyphemes white tooth

Here s ivy !--take them, as I used to do

I have heard love talked in my early youth,

And think it soon when others cry Too late.

The word by his appealing look upcast

Oh, yes ! they love through all this world of ours !

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

Who paused a little near the prison-wall

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

I wrote that once; and thinking at my side

Ere they went onward, each one to the marts

How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.

And write me new my futures epigraph,

Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,

Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,

While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrims staff

To hearken what I said betwe九-九-藏-書en my tears, . . .

A lover, my Beloved ! thou canst wait

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,

To angels in thy soul ! Then I, long tried