Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems
|81.||The Sisters' Tragedy||1/3/2003|
|82.||The Undiscovered Country||1/3/2003|
|86.||To L.T. In Florence||1/3/2003|
|88.||When The Sultan Goes To Ispahan||4/8/2010|
|89.||With Three Flowers||1/3/2003|
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!"
First, two white arms that held him very close,
And ever closer as he drew him back
Reluctantly, the loose gold-colored hair
A thousand delicate fibers reaching out
Still to detain him; then some twenty steps
Of iron staircse winding round and down,
And ending in a narrow gallery hung