Sonnets from the Portuguese 7: The Face

Original Text: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Poems. 4th edn. 3 vols. London: Chapman and Hall, 1856. PR 4180 E44a ROBA
1The face of all the world is changed, I think,
2Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
3Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
4Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
5Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
6Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
7Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole
8God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
9And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
10The names of country, heaven, are changed away
11For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;
12And this ... this lute and song ... loved yesterday,
13(The singing angels know) are only dear,
14Because thy name moves right in what they say.
Publication Start Year: 
1850
RPO poem Editors: 
J. D. Robins
RPO Edition: 
2RP.II.343
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