IDENTITY
by: Thomas Bailey Aldrich
(1836-1906)
- OMEWHERE--in
desolate wind-swept space--
- In Twilight-land--in No-man's land--
- Two hurrying Shapes met face to face,
- And bade each other stand.
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- "And who are you?" cried one a-gape,
- Shuddering in the gloaming light.
- "I know not," said the second Shape,
- "I only died last night!"
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