Dancing Dust

Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)

Holywell garden
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And if the thrush could sing away my love,
The chestnut burn it to the candle's end,
Or the red fishes curving in the cool
Lily-greenness of their pool
Might weave and drown it there among the irises; —
If the apple tree
Could scatter it as petals on the grass,
Blown and forgotten where nought is to pass
But wandering scent
Of rosemary and lilac to absorb
And lose my love, —
Then I would be content;
Yet painless, joyless all desire be
Until the thrush had sung it back to me.


Green Book No.1   In
1942, Mollie Caird lived at Holywell Manor.  The pool is now a lawn.

June 1942