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.
       
      "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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