Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thomas Bailey Aldrich Poems
|81.||An Elective Course||1/3/2003|
|83.||At The Funeral Of A Minor Poet||1/3/2003|
|86.||A Touch Of Nature||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!"
SCENE: A roadside in Arcady
Good sir, have you seen pass this way
A mischief straight from market-day?
You'd know her at a glance, I think;