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

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 HEART, WE WILL FORGET HIM!

 by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

 HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

 When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging,
I may remember him!