How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height to 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 candlelight. 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.
Τελευταία επεξεργασία από Francky5591 - 22 Ιανουάριος 2007 00:19
This is a sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning - it's one of her Sonnets from the Portuguese. I suspect there's a Portuguese translation of it available somewhere online.