Poems

On the Range On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low, The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black, Not yet warmed to life by the […]

Our visitor There’s a fellow on the station (He dropped in on a call, Just casual—to stay a pleasant week), He’s a banker’s near relation, Strongly […]

Skeeta ( An Old Servant’s Tale ) Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the place, No more as a maiden we’d […]

The Babes in the Bush Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and grey […]

The Box-Tree’s Love Long time beside the squatter’s gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had stood and watched […]

The Demon Snow-Shoes (A Legend of Kiandra) The snow lies deep on hill and dale, In rocky gulch and grassy vale, The tiny, trickling, tumbling falls […]

The Digger’s Song Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff, Fossick in the crannies, lest you leave a grain behind, Just another shovelful […]

Where the Dead Men Lie Out on the wastes of the Never Never – That’s where the dead men lie! There where the heat-waves dance forever […]

Botany-Bay Flowers GOD of this Planet! for the name best fits The purblind view, which men of this “dim spot” Can take of THEE, the GOD […]

On Reading The Controversy Between Lord Byron And Mr Bowles WHETHER a ship’s poetic? — Bowles would own, If here he dwelt, where Nature is prosaic, […]