 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
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Somewhere—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.
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!”
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
“I know not,” said the second Shape,
“I only died last night!”
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |