To YOÉ: my sister, and alwaysmy greatest friend.
To YOÉ: my sister, and alwaysmy greatest friend.
“Provinces twain o’er the land held sway, and the country was ruled by twain,I made the laws, as King, but you, as Premier, revoked them again.You were my faithful A.D.C., when I was the Captain bold,But Watson I, to your Sherlock Holmes, in the Baker Street days of old.We went through times that were strange and bad, and we shared and shared the same,And talked and dreamed and planned of the day when we’d come to freedom and fame.And the dreams came true, and the times were changed, and we did the things we’d planned—(Don’t you remember the two Fur Coats, and the trips to Weston sand?)—So now you work at a real Career, and I’m writing, in Singapore,And send my book to my Twin—a token of all that has gone before.A sign of the past—but a symbol, too, that is known to you and me,Of the days together still to come, and the best that is yet to be.”
“Provinces twain o’er the land held sway, and the country was ruled by twain,I made the laws, as King, but you, as Premier, revoked them again.You were my faithful A.D.C., when I was the Captain bold,But Watson I, to your Sherlock Holmes, in the Baker Street days of old.We went through times that were strange and bad, and we shared and shared the same,And talked and dreamed and planned of the day when we’d come to freedom and fame.And the dreams came true, and the times were changed, and we did the things we’d planned—(Don’t you remember the two Fur Coats, and the trips to Weston sand?)—So now you work at a real Career, and I’m writing, in Singapore,And send my book to my Twin—a token of all that has gone before.A sign of the past—but a symbol, too, that is known to you and me,Of the days together still to come, and the best that is yet to be.”
“Provinces twain o’er the land held sway, and the country was ruled by twain,
I made the laws, as King, but you, as Premier, revoked them again.
You were my faithful A.D.C., when I was the Captain bold,
But Watson I, to your Sherlock Holmes, in the Baker Street days of old.
We went through times that were strange and bad, and we shared and shared the same,
And talked and dreamed and planned of the day when we’d come to freedom and fame.
And the dreams came true, and the times were changed, and we did the things we’d planned—
(Don’t you remember the two Fur Coats, and the trips to Weston sand?)—
So now you work at a real Career, and I’m writing, in Singapore,
And send my book to my Twin—a token of all that has gone before.
A sign of the past—but a symbol, too, that is known to you and me,
Of the days together still to come, and the best that is yet to be.”