Xli Through Death To Love

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