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

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

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.

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.