Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	Son et lumière at Christ Church
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	The Church and the House beside it, Frosted in fiery light, Flaming with words and music, Leap in the summer night. Sweet singing youth Laughs loud at the truth The aged sages tell ― Their voices as clear as planets, The light as bright as a bell. For light and sound can tell us Plainer than print or paint The story of yesterday’s heretic, Always tomorrow’s saint. With pomp and power In his airy tower Tom hears the tale unfold, Opens his ancient Osney mouth, And tolls as it is told. Fair Isis flows by the Meadow With slow unruffled tide, And the brown owls cry in the elm trees As they have always cried. The clever machine Is quiet, unseen, The audience has gone ― But owls still hoot in the meadow, Though nobody switched them on. Oxford Times, 23 August 1968 The Dancing Dust and other poems, 1983