Chapter III
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Love-learned she had sung of love and love,--
And like a child that, sleeping with dropt head
Upon the fairy-book he lately read,
Whatever household noises round him move,
Hears in his dream some elfin turbulence,--
Even so suggestive to her inward sense,
All sounds of life assumed one tune of love.
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The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 2Chapter III
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