In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 82

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.