By ways remote and distant waters sped, <br />Brother, to thy sad grave-side am I come, <br />That I may give the last gifts to the dead, <br />And vainly parley with thine ashes dumb: <br />Since she who now bestows and now denies <br />Hath ta'en thee, hapless brother, from mine eyes. <br />But lo! these gifts, the heirlooms of past years, <br />Are made sad things to grace thy coffin shell; <br />Take them, all drenched with a brother's tears, <br />And, brother, for all time, hail and farewell!<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-ways-remote-and-distant-waters-sped/
