Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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

Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems

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

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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!"

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A Petition

To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
Spice of the roses let the summer own.
Grant me this favor, Muse--all else withhold--
That I may not write verse when I am old.

And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time!
Be not too ready to deny me rhyme;
And when the hour strikes, as it must, dear Muse,
I beg you very gently break the news.

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