I wage not any feud with Death <br /> For changes wrought on form and face; <br /> No lower life that earth's embrace <br /> May breed with him, can fright my faith. <br /> Eternal process moving on, <br /> From state to state the spirit walks; <br /> And these are but the shatter'd stalks, <br /> Or ruin'd chrysalis of one. <br /> Nor blame I Death, because he bare <br /> The use of virtue out of earth: <br /> I know transplanted human worth <br /> Will bloom to profit, otherwhere. <br /> <br /> For this alone on Death I wreak <br /> The wrath that garners in my heart; <br /> He put our lives so far apart <br /> We cannot hear each other speak.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-a-h-h-82-i-wage-not-any-feud-with-de/
