A Century of Roundels/Mourning

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A Century of Roundels by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Mourning

MOURNING.


Alas my brother! the cry of the mourners of old
 That cried on each other,
All crying aloud on the dead as the death-note rolled,
 Alas my brother!


As flashes of dawn that mists from an east wind smother
 With fold upon fold,
The past years gleam that linked us one with another.


Time sunders hearts as of brethren whose eyes behold
 No more their mother:
But a cry sounds yet from the shrine whose fires wax cold,
 Alas my brother!