From
New Zealand...
...to Kolkata
A Poetic Prelude
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
Most quiet need, by
sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee
purely, as they turn from praise.