How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth, breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out...of...sight

For...the...ends...of...being...and...ideal...grace.

"I belong to a family of West Indian slaveholders, and if I believed in curses, I should be afraid".

Elizabeth Barrett Browning on love and slavery

A Poetess with a mind of her own

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth, breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out...of...sight



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