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 dimmed by our breath, <br />Our hearts discern wild images of Death, <br />Shadows and shoals that edge eternity. <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-winnowed threshing-floor <br />Hath guest fire-fledged as thine, whose lord is Love?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xli-through-death-to-love/
