Sonnet 7
By 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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I spent a perfectly delightful Tuesday with
Then, since we were on a roll, we watched the documentary Britain's Nazi King?, plus Geoffrey Rush's The Tailor of Panama and Colin Firth's Where the Truth Lies (courtesy the awesome
I was very sad to hear about the deaths of Elisabeth Sladen and Grete Waitz -- the former in particular because The Sarah Jane Adventures is my favorite of all New Who spinoffs and she seemed like a really lovely person as well as performer, but I remember watching Waitz winning marathons all through my teens as well. Hope people are coping with the various insane weather in various parts of the U.S. all right.