BY ways remote and distant waters sped, <br />Brother, to thy sad graveside 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 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 drenchèd 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/on-the-burial-of-his-brother/
