Like labour-laden moonclouds faint to flee <br /> From winds that sweep the winter-bitten wold,-- <br /> Like multiform circumfluence manifold <br /> Of night's flood-tide,--like terrors that agree <br /> Of hoarse-tongued fire and inarticulate sea,-- <br /> Even such, within some glass dimm'd by our breath, <br /> Our hearts discern wild images of Death, <br /> Shadows and shoals that edge eternity. <br /> <br /> Howbeit athwart Death's imminent shade doth soar <br /> One Power, than flow of stream or flight of dove <br /> Sweeter to glide around, to brood above. <br /> Tell me, my heart,--what angel-greeted door <br /> Or threshold of wing-winnow'd threshing-floor <br /> Hath guest fire-fledg'd as thine, whose lord is Love?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xli-through-death-to-love/
