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. Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand. The devil's most devilish when respectable. 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.
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.
Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done. I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless. He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life. Except for love's sake only.