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DEDICATED TO ARNOLD VOSLOO

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How do I love thee

Let me count the ways

I love you 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 everydays

Most quiet need, by sun and candle light

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 ad with my childhood faith

I love thee with a love I seem to lose

With my lost saints, I love there with the breath

Smiles, tears of all my life, and if god chooses

I shall but love thee better after death

(browning – 1806-1861)

I have dreamed thee too long

Never seen thee or touched thee

But known thee with all my heart

Half a prayer, half a song

Thou hast always been with me though

We have always been apart

Song of Love and Death

Sweet is true love tho’ given in vain, I vain

And sweet is death who puts an end to pain

I know not which is sweeter, no not I

Love art thou sweet? Then better death must be

Love thou are better, sweet is death to me

O love if death be sweeter, let me die

Sweet love that seems not made to fade away

Sweet death that seems to make us loveless clay

I know not which is sweet, no not I