Sonnets from the Portugese

<h2>VII</h2> <p>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.&nbsp; 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.</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />