Though trials and tribulations,holding back many a tear.

From childhood to manhood,fighting back many a fear.

And,if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,I love thee with the breath,smiles,tears,of all my life!

I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs,and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee freely,as men strive for Right;I love thee purely,as they turn from Praise.

I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need,by sun and candlelight.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height to my soul can reach,when feeling out of sight.For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

How do I love thee?Let me count the ways.

什么时候我能情绪稳定点，我就知道从那时候起，生活失去起伏，失去丰富的滋味。