“How do I love you

Let me count the ways.

I love you 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 you，

to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need,

by sun and candlelight.

I love you freely,

as man strive for Right;

I love you purely,

as they turn from Praise.

I love you

with the passion put to use.

In my old grief,

and with my childhood’s faith.

I love you

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 you better after death.”

我该怎样来爱你

让我计数这些方式。

我爱你直到我的灵魂所能触及的