From choral earth and quiring air
Rang memories winged like songs that bear
Sweet gifts for spirit and sense to share:
For no man's life knows love more fair
⁠And fruitful of memorial things
Than this the deep dear love that breaks
With sense of life on life, and makes
The sundawn sunnier as it wakes
⁠Where morning round it rings.

'O brother, O my brother!' cried
Each upon each, and cast aside
Their helms unbraced that might not hide
From sight of memory single-eyed
⁠The likeness graven of face and face,
And kissed and wept upon each other
For joy and pity of either brother,
And love engraffed by sire and mother,
⁠God's natural gift of grace.