How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee for the swish and breeze and chill
My skin can feel, when sun has scorched my will
For the end of Winter and ideal Climes.
I love thee to the level of a thermostat’s
Rock-bottom low, by fans and phase conversion.
I love thee coolly, as men strive for Night;
I love thee calmly, as they turn from Light.
I love thee with a heat, so quickly drowned
In rain’s sweet downpour, and o’er evaporator cores.
I love thee with a love that never burns
With your old vents, —- I love thee for the leap,
Of faith in winds that give me life! —- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after sleep.