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 Not 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.