Nice Poem

Let me count the ways
I Love Thee
To the depth and bReadth
And height My souL can Reach
When feeLing out 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 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…