"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."
"Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely-- One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly."
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Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “Poetical Works”, p.102
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