Annotations COME, mete me out my loneliness, o wind, For I would know How far the living who must stay behind Are from the dead who go. Eternal Passer-by, I feel there is In thee a stir, A strength to span the yawning distances From her grave-stone to her. Book traversal links for Come, mete me out my loneliness, o wind ‹ Solitary Death, make me thine own Up I by spells had been beguiled ›
