Analysis of The House of Life: 41. 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?