Driven across many nations, across many oceans, <br /> I am here, my brother, for this final parting, <br />to offer at last those gifts which the dead are given <br /> and to speak in vain to your unspeaking ashes, <br />since bitter fortune forbids you to hear me or answer, <br /> O my wretched brother, so abruptly taken! <br />But now I must celebrate grief with funeral tributes <br /> offered the dead in the ancient way of the fathers; <br />accept these presents, wet with my brotherly tears, and <br /> now & forever, my brother, hail & farewell.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driven-across-many-nations/
