Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	A sonnet of the mountains
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	We lifted up our eyes unto the hills And saw the lonely raven soar and shine, Brighter than water, where the high cairns sign And beckon: where the somnolent tarn fills With slow dew and rain; and secret gills, Crannied with pools and mosses, deeply twine Into the mountain's heart, and softly line The grey with sudden green.  To fight our wills And muscles is the mountain's native duty; Stiller than death and savage as a lion Rears the oblique black crag no foot has trod, Killing our careless mirth with its wild beauty, Crying that we are come unto Mount Sion And to the City of the Living God. The first line is a reflects the first line of Psalm 121. Undated, 1943-44