Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	Holywell garden
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	And if the thrush could sing away my love, The chestnut burn it to the candle's end, Or the red fishes curving in the cool Lily-greenness of their pool Might weave and drown it there among the irises; — If the apple tree Could scatter it as petals on the grass, Blown and forgotten where nought is to pass But wandering scent Of rosemary and lilac to absorb And lose my love, — Then I would be content; Yet painless, joyless all desire be Until the thrush had sung it back to me. Green Book No.1   In 1942, Mollie Caird lived at Holywell Manor.  The pool is now a lawn. June 1942