A book of women's verse - Unknown

With lying at my heart that beat too fast.

And this ... O Love, thy words have ill availed,

If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!

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 every day’s