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:
Tomorrow for the States⁠—for me,
  England and Yesterday.