Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	The test
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	Stone walls do not a prison make, But prison is an unquiet mind; Within a thorn hedge, for your sake, By iron bars was I confined. And there I sinned a sin of fear That your love, poorer grown, and less, Might not be strong enough, or near Enough to pity my distress. What many waters cannot drown Pleads not impossibility — You tore the iron gratings down, Leapt orchard walls Olympus-high, Cut through the thorns, which, in that hour In spite of spite, broke into flower. Green Book No.11   The first line of this poem is a quotation from 'To Althea, From Prison' by Richard Lovelace April 1944