SOMEWHERE--in desolate wind-swept space-- <br />In Twilight-land--in No-man's land-- <br />Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, <br />And bade each other stand. <br /> <br />"And who are you?" cried one a-gape, <br />Shuddering in the gloaming light. <br />"I know not," said the second Shape, <br />"I only died last night!"<br /><br />Thomas Bailey Aldrich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/identity-3/
