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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) ELEGIAC SONNET: 4. TO THE MOON by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE WIND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AN INVENTORY OF THE FURNITURE IN DR. PRIESTLEY'S STUDY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |