Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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. Latakia
2. Song from the Persian
3. To Hafiz
4. Heredity
5. Marjorie’s Almanac

Print

1133 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version