And how his face
Woke to trill and carolette
All the cages that were set
About the place.
In the tender morning light
All around lay strange and bright
And still and sweet,
And the gray doves unafraid
Went their morning promenade
Along the street.
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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.