Author E. W. Ormerod Lord, give me at thy feet a dwelling: my mind is fickle, uncontrolled.A double dealer am I always, of feeble courage, breathless with fear.Knowing Bhikha's sins forgive him; else the world will laugh in scorn. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments