Sonnet VII The Face of All the World

The face of all the world is changed,

I think,

Since first I heard the footsteps of thy

Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer

Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,

Was caught up into love, and taught the

Of life in a new rhythm.

The cup of

God gave for baptism,

I am fain to drink,

And praise its sweetness,

Sweet, with thee anear.

The names of country, heaven, are changed

For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;

And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,(The singing angels know) are only

Because thy name moves right in what they say.