MY brother, my Valerius, dearest head Of all whose crowning bay-leaves crown their mother, Rome, in the notes first heard of thine I read My brother. No dust that death or time can strew may smother Love and the sense of kinship inly bred From loves and hates at one with one another. To thee was Caesar's self nor dear nor dread, Song and the sea were sweeter each than other: How should I living fear to call thee dead My brother? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A FLOWER FROM THE FIELD OF GRUTLI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS INVITES POETS AND HISTORIANS TO WRITE IN CYNTHIA'S PRAISE by PHILIP AYRES TO THE LEANAN SIDHE (FAIRY MUSE) by THOMAS BOYD CHRIST THE CONQUEROR by HENRY FOSTER BURDER ON GLENRIDDEL'S FOX BREAKING HIS CHAIN by ROBERT BURNS |