Underwoods/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.