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In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death

Alfred Lord Tennyson·1809–1891
Lines:16Movement:Victorian
I wage not any feud with DeathFor changes wrought on form and face;No lower life that earth's embraceMay 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 ruin'd chrysalis of one. Nor blame I Death, because he bareThe use of virtue out of earth:I know transplanted human worthWill bloom to profit, otherwhere. For this alone on Death I wreakThe wrath that garners in my heart;He put our lives so far apartWe cannot hear each other speak.