"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."
"That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold to leap a height 'Twas strong to climb! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus; pretty too (And that's not ill) when twisted round a comb."
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Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1857). “Aurora Leigh”, p.40
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