"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."
"I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air beat upward to god's throne in loud access of shrieking and reproach"
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Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “Poetical Works”, p.80
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