Dancing Dust

Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)

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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