There came an image in Life's retinue <br />That had Love's wings and bore his gonfalon: <br />Fair was the web, and nobly wrought thereon, <br />O soul-sequestered face, thy form and hue! <br />Bewildering sounds, such as Spring wakens to, <br />Shook in its folds; and through my heart its power <br />Sped trackless as the immemorable hour <br />When birth's dark portal groaned and all was new. <br />But a veiled woman followed, and she caught <br />The banner round its staff, to furl and cling,— <br />Then plucked a feather from the bearer's wing <br />And held it to his lips that stirred it not, <br />And said to me, “Behold, there is no breath: <br />I and this Love are one, and I am Death.”<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlviii-death-in-love/
