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.
"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!"
Identity
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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Poem topics: light, night, space, wind, stand, shape, I love you, I miss you, face, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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