Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

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.

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

1. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Реквием • Requiem
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain
4. Before This Little Gift Was Come
5. My Body which My Dungeon Is

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