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This poem discusses how death brings fear and terror like storms, fires, and turbulent seas. However, the poet says that love is a power that can soar above even death's shadow. Love is sweeter than any flowing stream or flying dove. The poet asks their heart what angel-greeted door or wing-winnowed threshing floor has had a guest as fire-fledged as their heart, whose lord is Love.

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This poem discusses how death brings fear and terror like storms, fires, and turbulent seas. However, the poet says that love is a power that can soar above even death's shadow. Love is sweeter than any flowing stream or flying dove. The poet asks their heart what angel-greeted door or wing-winnowed threshing floor has had a guest as fire-fledged as their heart, whose lord is Love.

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1/1/2016 The House of Life: 41.

Through Death to Love by Dante Gabriel Rossetti : The Poetry Foundation

Home > Poems & Poets > The House of Life: 41. Through Death to Love

The House of Life: 41. Through Death to Love
BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI

Like labour­laden moonclouds faint to flee
         From winds that sweep the winter­bitten wold,—
         Like multiform circumfluence manifold
Of night's flood­tide,—like terrors that agree
Of hoarse­tongued 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 angel­greeted door
Or threshold of wing­winnow'd threshing­floor
         Hath guest fire­fledg'd as thine, whose lord is Love?

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