sonnets from the portuguese 43 (monday musings)
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. Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love […]
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