THOU too then, Brother, in the tide of spring

Dying, hast left me solitary here,

Whence life, before so bright and glad a thing,

Is shadowed over with dismay and fear;

Justice it would have been and passionate

Desire of mine that hitherwards the dart

Firstly had sped, that as I was not late

In coming, so I might betimes depart.

Then I would not have known such deep despair,

Nor seen myselfs best portion borne away,

Nor been subjected to such misery;