How do I lie to you? Let me count the ways. I lie to 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 am untruthful to the level of everydays Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I speak falsely to thee, as men strive for Right; My prevarication is pure, as they turn to Praise. My forgetfulness is a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith. I exaggerate with an honor I seemed to lose With my integrity! – I fabricate with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and if He choose, My fiction shall seem even better after death.