Read the excerpt. from in memoriam, a. h. h. by alfred, lord tennyson 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 shattered stalks, or ruined 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. the speaker is angry at death because it destroys the body it causes the spirit to wander forever it has killed a good man it has separated him from his friend