Love
Come, mete me out my loneliness, O wind
From Underneath the Bough (1898)
Love
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.
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Codex Note
The Second Book of Songs
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Field, Michael. “Come, mete me out my loneliness, O wind.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/68/.
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Field, Michael. “Come, mete me out my loneliness, O wind.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/68/.
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