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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