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• Sonnet VII: The Face of All the World (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
  
  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
  For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;
  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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