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How do I paint thee, let me count the ways... By Julia Trops with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I paint thee to the depth and breadth and height My eyes can reach, when seeing without sight,
Of the thoughts of life and ideal grace. I paint thee to the level of everyday Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I paint thee freely, as colour is given its right;
I paint thee purely, as life is experienced in its need I paint thee with the passion put to use From my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I paint thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --I paint thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!
And if the fates choose, Thou shalt love my work better before my death.
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