Pietro Bembo

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 myself's best portion borne away,
Nor been subjected to such misery;
  But now, since I before thee might not fare,
God grant, Who loveth equity, I may
  Be liberated soon and follow thee.