The Moore American

February 13, 2013

No greater feeling than being loved

By Wanda Billbe
The Moore American

MOORE — It’s hard to believe Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote sonnet No. 43 in the 1800s. What it tells us for certain is that she loved truly, with a passion she expressed so wonderfully for us to enjoy nearly 150 years later.

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

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

“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 everyday’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.

“I love thee with a passion put to use

“In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

“With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,

“Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,

“I shall but love thee better after death.”

Interesting to note is that Elizabeth Barrett Browning was one of 12 children. Her father never wanted any of his children to marry. Elizabeth wrote many love letters to Robert Browning, an English poet and playwright.  When Elizabeth was 40-years-old, she eloped to Italy and married Robert Browning.

Today, there’s nary a one of us who hasn’t quoted her famous sonnet.

There’s no greater feeling than to know you are loved, and there couldn’t be a more perfect day to tell that special someone how much they mean to you.

Happy Valentine’s Day.