A Beautiful Ramble (That I can't claim to have written)

In my Victorian literature module we are about to start studying Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861).

She was a poet who wrote some incredible love poems, one of which has completely captured my heart and all I want to do is share it with you.

This is number 43 from a collection of sonnets called Sonnets from the Portuguese.

So here goes.

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 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.

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.

There is no way in hell that you can not feel the passion behind that poem. I just hope that it brightens up your day. I will write something new soon.

Far too much work on at the moment, hence I'm actually doing work in the middle of the afternoon! (ok, with slight procrastination).



Anyway love you all.

Ciao Bellas Xx