Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	Small hope
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	Though I am tired of my love, And weary with an endless doubt, Small hope I hold too dear to be Summarily blotted out. And since between your fingers lies Unconscious power to snuff my wick, Always beyond your grasp I'll keep The candle and the candle-stick. O, I'm not frightened of the dark, And easy could I live with gloom — But grudge me not this little flame To throw some light about my room. Green Book No.2 November, 1942