My brother, my Valerius, dearest head <br />Of all whose crowning bay-leaves crown their mother <br />Rome, in the notes first heard of thine I read <br /> My brother. <br /> <br />No dust that death or time can strew may smother <br />Love and the sense of kinship inly bred <br />From loves and hates at one with one another. <br /> <br />To thee was Caesar's self nor dear nor dread, <br />Song and the sea were sweeter each than other: <br />How should I living fear to call thee dead <br /> My brother?<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-catullus/
