Sweet Joyce,

When I was in high school, my younger sister asked my father what love was. The first Elizabeth Barret Browning piece you quote here was what he gave her to read to understand the concept. He was an English teacher in a girls' reform school. Literature was part of his way of seeing the world, and he passed on that love to all of us through reading aloud in a home where we had no T.V.

I'll consider that shift in the line you noted.

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