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 dayβs
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
Not here to follow the crowd,
I was born to create my own path.
A little mystery, a lot of ambition,
Silent moves, loud results.
Remember the name, not the noise. β¨
The clouds grow dark, the skies turn gray, The rain comes dancing down to play. It taps the roof, it sings to trees, And paints the world with silver seas.
The flowers lift their heads to drink, The rivers swell, the shadows shrink.