I wage not any feud with Death
⁠For changes wrought on form and face;
⁠No lower life that earth's embrace
May breed with him, can fright my faith,

Eternal process moving on,
⁠From state to state the spirit walks;
⁠And these are but the shatter'd stalks
Or ruined chrysalis of one.

Nor blame I Death, because he bare
⁠The use of virtue out of earth;
⁠I know transplanted human worth
Will bloom to profit, otherwhere.

For this alone on Death I wreak
⁠The wrath that garners in my heart;
⁠He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.