"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."
"And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep."
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Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1882). “'He Giveth His Beloved Sleep'”, p.1, Library of Alexandria
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