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.

 
By Robert Louis Stevenson.