Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

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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!"

1. Sweetheart, Sigh No More
2. The Undiscovered Country
3. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet
4. Palabras Cariñosas
5. Quatrains

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