Thomas Bailey Aldrich

(November 11, 1836 – March 19, 1907 / Portsmouth, New Hampshire)

Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems

81. At Bay Ridge, Long Island 1/3/2003
82. By The Potomac 1/3/2003
83. At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet 1/3/2003
84. A Mood 1/3/2003
85. A Touch Of Nature 1/3/2003
86. Memory 1/3/2003
87. Echo Song 1/3/2003
88. Andromeda 1/3/2003
89. Identity 1/1/2004

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Best Poem of 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!"

Read the full of Identity

Act V


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

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