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.
In The States
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Ответственный редактор: Николай Камышов (литературовед). Текст выверен по академическим источникам.
MY love was warm; for that I crossed The mountains
These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest