"I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach."
"Yet half the beast is the great god Pan, To laugh, as he sits by the river, Making a poet out of a man. The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain-- For the reed that grows never more again As a reed with the reeds of the river."
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Source: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “Poetical Works”, p.519
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