ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING [1806–1861]How do I love thee? Let me count the waysHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways. 1I love thee to the depth and breadth and height 2My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 3For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 4I love thee to the level of everyday’s 5Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 6I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; 7I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. 8I love thee with the passion put to use 9In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. 10I love thee with a love I seemed to lose 11With my lost saints — I love thee with the breath, 12Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, 13I shall but love thee better after death. 14EDGAR ALLAN POE [1809–1849] Annabel LeeIt was many and many a year ago, 1In a kingdom by the sea, 2That a maiden there lived whom you may know 3By the name of Annabel Lee; 4And this maiden she lived with no other thought 5Than to love and be loved by me.
6She was a child and I was a child, 7In this kingdom by the sea, 8But we loved with a love that was more than love — 9 I and my Annabel Lee —
10With a love that the wingèd seraphs° of Heaven 11Coveted her and me. 12And this was the reason that, long ago, 13 In this kingdom by the sea,
14A wind blew out of a cloud by night 15 Chilling my Annabel Lee; 16So that her highborn kinsmen came 17And bore her away from me,
18To shut her up in a sepulchre
19In this kingdom by the sea.
20The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, 21Went envying her and me: 22Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
23In this kingdom by the sea)
24That the wind came out of the cloud, chilling 25And killing my Annabel Lee.26But our love it was stronger by far than the love 27Of those who were older than we —
28Of many far wiser than we — 29And neither the angels in Heaven above 30Nor the demons down under the sea,
31Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 32Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
33For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
34 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;35And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes 36 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;37And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 38Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, 39In her sepulchre there by the sea — 40In her tomb by the side of the sea.