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.