Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	Prothalamion
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	Had I but now the power of a god, I'd form the days anew with eagles' wings, The hours like shafted arrows, feather-shod, And minutes momentary, lightning things. There is an eyrie for my golden days, A target is there for my arrows bright, Triumphant thunder for my minutes' blaze — A certain day, my love and certain night. Undated: 1943/45