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| 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 | |||||
| every day's | |||||
| Most quiet need, by sun and | candlelight. |
I love thee freely, as men
strive for right;
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I love thee purely, as they turn from PRAISE. |
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I love thee with the passion put to use |
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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,
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I shall but Love Thee better after DEATH.