COUNT as in THE WAYS

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 every Day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Lines 1-6)

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