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.
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.
© Robert Louis Stevenson