This poem is written by Catullus. He lived from around 84 to 54 AD. Written by him to his brother who passed away. It's stuck in my head for over.. a few years..

MVLTAS per gentes et multa per aequora uectus

Wandering through many countries and over many seas

aduenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias,

I come, my brother, to these sorrowful obsequies,

ut te postremo donarem munere mortis

to present you with the last guerdon of death,

et mutam nequiquam alloquerer cinerem.

and speak, though in vain, to your silent ashes,

quandoquidem fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum.

since fortune has taken your own self away from me

heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi,

alas, my brother, so cruelly torn from me!

nunc tamen interea haec, prisco quae more parentum

Yet now meanwhile take these offerings, which by the custom of our fathers

tradita sunt tristi munere ad inferias,

have been handed down -- a sorrowful tribute -- for a funeral sacrifice;

accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu,

take them, wet with many tears of a brother,

atque in perpetuum, frater, aue atque uale.

and for ever, O my brother, hail and farewell!