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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.

"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!"

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich