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, agape,
Shuddering in the gloaming light.
“ I do not know,” said the second Shape,
“ I only died last night!”
T. B. Aldrich.