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 … - Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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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!”