Tuesday, February 7, 2012



Elizabeth Barrett married the poet, Robert Browning, her muse for much of her poetry.  He is said to have written her a letter before they met in which he declared, "I love your verses with all my heart, dear Miss Barrett."  Well, they fell in love and secretly married because Elizabeth {who was wealthy} knew her father would not approve of marrying a poor writer.  I don't condone the whole running away from home and marrying in secret thing, but boy is it romantic, especially when it lasts, which it did for them.  They lived and loved for the rest of their days.

So here is another one of my favs.  I know this poem is a popular one and you've probably heard of it before, but it really doesn't get much more heartfelt than this.

Sonnet XLIII

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.

-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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