Now do our eyes behold <br />The tidings which were told: <br />Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn, <br />The slayer, the slain, <br />The entangled doom forlorn <br />And ruinous end of twain. <br />Say, is not sorrow, is not sorrow's sum <br />On home and hearthstone come? <br />Oh, waft with sighs the sail from shore, <br />Oh, smite the bosom, cadencing the oar <br />That rows beyond the rueful stream for aye <br />To the far strand, <br />The ship of souls, the dark, <br />The unreturning bark <br />Whereon light never falls nor foot of Day, <br />Even to the bourne of all, to the unbeholden land.<br /><br />Aeschylus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lament-for-the-two-brothers-slain-by-each-other/
