Dancing Dust

Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)

And frustrate hope severer than despair
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Lament for this then, when there is
Instead of fears
And pain heart-piercing, nothing but
A poor blank without tears.
For now the round moon of my hope is waned
To a bright silver thread, that curving stays
About the phantom disc of what she was
In former days.

They tell me she will wax again soon,
In a short space.
It may be so —
But mine will be
A different moon,
And in another place.
 

Green Book No. 7   The title of this poem is the final line of William Cowper's 'Hope, like the short-liv'd ray' of which the preceding line is "Absence from whom we love is worse than death".

March, 1943