|From Blues Point Reserve, North Sydney|
|Sonnets from the Portuguese|
|How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.|
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need,by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles tears, Of all my life!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning