Saturday, March 30, 2013

10041. Katherine Noyes Fuller

There's something to be said for the classics. Mrs. Fuller went with the beautiful words of British Victorian poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning: "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways." For the sake of giving the writer her due, let's finish the thought.
"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."

One can see why Mrs. Browning was one of the most widely read poets of her time.

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