Analysis of In Memoriam A. H. H.: 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.