SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE

SONNET VII

The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me; as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink
Was caught up into love and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm.  The cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away
And this. . . this lute and song. . . loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know) are only dear,
Because thy name moves right in what they say. 

 


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