VII <br /> <br />The face of all the world is changed, I think, <br />Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul <br />Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole <br />Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink <br />Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink, <br />Was caught up into love, and taught the whole <br />Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole <br />God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, <br />And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. <br />The names of country, heaven, are changed away <br />For where thou art or shalt be, there or here; <br />And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday, <br />(The singing angels know) are only dear <br />Because thy name moves right in what they say.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-07-the-face-of-all-the-world-is-changed-i/
