Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	Pre-Raphaelite villanelle
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	The olive trees are grey and pale But glitter silver in the sun As willow trees in White Horse Vale. On this poor soil, rain-starved and frail, Ochre and white and tawny-dun (The olive trees are grey and pale), Sat Holman Hunt, austerely male, His mediaeval thoughts fine-spun As willow trees in White Horse Vale; Aesthetic-holy as the Grail, His earnest art knows nought of fun; The olive leaves are grey and pale. Suppose the Brotherhood should fail? From Bethlehem his mind might run As willow trees in White Horse Vale To Morris at the dye-vat: 'Hail ― Weave well the web so well begun!' The olive trees are grey and pale As willow trees in White Horse Vale. Undated The Dancing Dust and other poems, 1983