Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

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


San Francisco