Through Death to Love

Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882) · 1881

iambic pentameter · 14 lines · from The House of Life

Like labour-laden moonclouds faint to fleeFrom winds that sweep the winter-bitten wold,--Like multiform circumfluence manifoldOf night's flood-tide,--like terrors that agreeOf hoarse-tongued fire and inarticulate sea,--Even such, within some glass dimmed by our breath,Our hearts discern wild images of Death,Shadows and shoals that edge eternity.

Howbeit athwart Death's imminent shade doth soarOne Power, than flow of stream or flight of doveSweeter to glide around, to brood above.Tell me, my heart;--what angel-greeted doorOr threshold of wing-winnowed threshing-floorHath guest fire-fledged as thine, whose lord is Love?

Words in this poem

wold n.
A wood; a forest. [OE. wold, wald, AS. weald, wald, a wood, forest; akin to OFries. & OS. wald, D. woud, G. wald, Icel. völlr, a field, and probably to Gr. va a garden, inclosure.]
multiform a.
Having many forms, shapes, or appearances. [L. multiformis; multus much, many + forma shape: cf. F. multiforme.]
circumfluence n.
A flowing round on all sides; an inclosing with a fluid.
howbeit conj.
Be it as it may; nevertheless; notwithstanding; although; albeit; yet; but; however. [How + be + it.]
imminent a.
Threatening to occur immediately; near at hand; impending; -- said especially of misfortune or peril. [L. imminens, p. pr. of imminere to project; pref. im- in + minere (in comp.) to jut, project. See Eminent.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Through Death to Love is in the public domain. This text is taken from The House of Life, Project Gutenberg ebook #3692; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Through Death to Love, in The House of Life (1881), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #3692, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/rossetti-house-of-life/through-death-to-love.html, id L20961.

Form and metre

Through Death to Love is 14 lines in 2 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 81%).

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABBAACC- fleeA · woldB · manifoldB · agreeA · seaA · breathC · deathC · eternity
  2. 2 ABBAAB soarA · doveB · aboveB · doorA · floorA · loveB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Like labour-laden moonclouds faint to flee10·/·/˘·····
From winds that sweep the winter-bitten wold,--10·····/˘/˘·
Like multiform circumfluence manifold11·/˘˘˘/˘˘/˘·
Of night's flood-tide,--like terrors that agree10·····/˘·˘/
Of hoarse-tongued fire and inarticulate sea,--10···/·˘˘/˘·
Even such, within some glass dimmed by our breath,10/·······/·
Our hearts discern wild images of Death,10/·˘/·/˘˘··
Shadows and shoals that edge eternity.10/·····˘/˘˘
Howbeit athwart Death's imminent shade doth soar11˘/˘˘/·/˘···
One Power, than flow of stream or flight of dove10·/········
Sweeter to glide around, to brood above.10/˘········
Tell me, my heart;--what angel-greeted door10·····/˘/˘·
Or threshold of wing-winnowed threshing-floor10·/···/·/˘·
Hath guest fire-fledged as thine, whose lord is Love?10··/·······

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