With my deepest and sincerest apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning, God rest her soul.
Original poem obviously by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Global Assembly Cache, How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate 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 hate thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I hate thee freely, as men strive for right;
I hate thee purely, as they turn from praise,
I hate thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I hate thee with a hate I seemed to lose
With my lost saints -I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose,
I shall but hate thee better after death.