Classic Poem

O misero frater adempte mihi , etc.

You, brother, snatched, and I bereft,
My whole life crushed, no drop of sweetness left,
My whole soul buried in your grave,
My soul that lived but by the love you gave!
All my life's pleasures, with you dead,
My studies all, my joy in all is fled.
Why speak, why call? I am not heard.
Your sweet voice, brother, answers not a word.
Never till death, never that face again,
Never that smile: yet love shall still remain.