Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge 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. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments