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If I
die think
only this of me
A
dust
whom england bore shaped and made aware
Washed by the rivers blest by the
suns
of
home
A pulse in thé eternal mind
no less
In hearts at
piece
under an English
heaven
how do I love thee let me count the ways
The
depth
and breath and
height
I love thee
with a passion put to use
I love
thée
with a love i seemed to
loose
i shall but love the better after death
Near where the charterd
Thames
does
flow
Marks of
weakness
marks of
woe
Every blackening church appals [..]
blood
down
palace
walls
The youthful
harlots
curse
And blights with
plagues
, the
marriage
hurse