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 (1836-1907) American writer, poet, critic, editor

“Identity,” Poems, Part 2 “Interludes” (1885)
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