Vivien Leigh (Robert Browning, A Woman's Last Word)
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, ---Only sleep!
Be a god and hold me With a charm! Be a man and fold me With thine arm!
Teach me, only teach, Love As I ought I will speak thy speech, Love, Think thy thought---
Meet, if thou require it, Both demands, Laying flesh and spirit In thy hands.
That shall be to-morrow Not to-night: I must bury sorrow Out of sight:
---Must a little weep, Love, (Foolish me!) And so fall asleep, Love, Loved by thee.
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Basil Rathbone (Elizabeth Barrett Browning, How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love 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 love thee to the level of every day's 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, and with my childhood's faith. 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; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.