Underwoods/In the States

Underwoods by Robert Louis Stevenson
In the States

XXIX

IN THE STATES

With half a heart I wander here
As from an age gone by
A brother—yet though young in years,
An elder brother, I.


You speak another tongue than mine,
Though both were English born.
I towards the night of time decline,
You mount into the morn.


Youth shall grow great and strong and free,
But age must still decay:
To-morrow for the States—for me,
England and Yesterday.

San Francisco.