Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

Identity

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!"

1. Sestet
2. Alec Yeaton's Son
3. Books and Seasons
4. A Petition
5. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet

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