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 /> <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 /> <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-82-i-wage-not-any-feud-with-death-2/
