"Identity" 

Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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!"