In silent fields, and in captivity.
O Lover! drive me through a stilly land,
With the compelling of your open hand.
Anna Wickham
“HOW DO I LOVE THEE?”
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