ON THE BURIAL OF HIS BROTHER
by: Caius Valerius Catullus
- Y ways remote
and distant waters sped,
- Brother, to thy sad graveside am I come,
- That I may give the last gifts to the dead,
- And vainly parley with thine ashes dumb;
- Since She who now bestows and denies
- Hath ta'en thee, hapless brother from mine eyes.
- But lo! these gifts, the heirlooms of past years,
- Are made sad things to grace thy coffin-shell;
- Take them, all drenchèd with a brother's tears,
- And, brother, for all time, hail and farewell.
POEMS BY CATULLUS
This English translation of Catullus'
"On the Burial of his Brother" was composed by Aubrey