"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach . . . ." From Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I'm surprised there is nothing here by Edgar Allen Poe. "And neither the Angels in Heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee . . . ." How beautiful is that?!
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