Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 153

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CLIII
Lord of the winds, I cry to Thee,
   I that am dust,
 And blown about by every gust,
   I fly to Thee.

Lord of the waters, unto Thee I call.
 I that am weed upon the waters borne,
   And by the waters torn,
Tossed by the waters, at Thy feet I fall

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