 I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seem 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Amalor Mirnicks. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seem 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Ankeela. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my children's faith. I love thee with a love I seem to lose when 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Annie Coleman. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seem to lose when 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Claire Gauget. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seem to lose when 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by David Grimes. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seem to lose when 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love the depth and breath 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 candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seem to lose when my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose when my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org. By Beth Pete at Reading, UK. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org. By Glenn Hallstrom, UK, Smoke Stack Jones. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org. By Jimmy Anderson, and dedicated to his wife and soulmate. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org. By Jim of Life. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Janice in Georgia. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Jason Oakley. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Kristen Hughes. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Lisa Wolcott. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Martin Clifton. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Megan Hines. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Peter Bobby. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox.org by Rachel Ellen. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, for LibriVox.org, narrated by Sean McKinley. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life, and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, for LibriVox.org, by Val Grimm. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breath 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 candlelight. 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 seem to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with a breath, smiles, tears of all my life.