Lyric Poem · Death & Loss
In Memoriam 82: I wage not any feud with Death
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 ruin'd 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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“In Memoriam 82: I wage not any feud with Death” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson — quilloak.com/poems/in-memoriam-82-i-wage-not-any-feud-with-death
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