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.