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A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,And a message: ‘Come out to the back of the run—Be out at the stake-yards by rising of sun!Ride hard..

Brookong station lay half-asleepDozed in the waning western glare('Twas before the run had stocked with sheepAnd only cattle depastured there)As the..

The fight was over, and the battle wonA soldier, who beneath his chieftain’s eyeHad done a might deed and done it well,And done it as the world will..

Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed,The evening cowslips ope’dTheir yellow eyes to look at her,The love-sick lilies mopedWith envy that she rather..

Out on the wastes of the Never Never -That's where the dead men lie!There where the heat-waves dance forever -That's where the dead men lie!That's..

A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were outAround the hut of Culgo Jim:The hand of God had broke the droughtAnd filled the channels to the..

You say we bushmen cannot love—Our lives are too prosaic: henceWe lose or lack that finer senseThat raises some few men aboveTheir fellows, setting..

Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,Clink of hobble and brazen bell;Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,Bidding Monaro soil farewell.Where is he..

I've a kiss from a warmer loverThan maiden earth can be:She blew it up to the skies above her,And now it has come to me;From the far-away it has come..

Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly—The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:Each drooping frond of pine has got a jewel at its tip—First a..

Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly—The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:Each drooping frond of pine has got a jewel at its tip—First a..

We have struck the regions wherein we are keel or reef.The wind breaks over us,And against high sharp angles almost splits into words,And these are..

Beautiful, my delight,Pass, as we pass the wave.Pass, as the mottled nightLeaves what it cannot save,Scattering dark and bright.Beautiful, pass and..

Here, in the withered arbor, like the arrested wind,Straight sides, carven knees,Stands the statue, with hands flung out in alarmOr..

To me, one silly task is like another.I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride.This flesh will never give a child its mother,—Song, like a wing..

Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,The window-sills were wet from rain in the..

I do not know where either of us can turnJust at first, waking from the sleep of each other.I do not know how we can bearThe river struck by the gold..

At midnight tearsRun in your ears.

What body can be ploughed,Sown, and broken yearly?But she would not die, she vowed,But she has, nearly.Sing, heart sing;Call and carol clearly.And..

This youth too long has heard the breakOf waters in a land of change.He goes to see what suns can makeFrom soil more indurate and strange.He cuts..

You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth,You have said my name as a prayer.Here where trees are planted by the waterI have watched your..

Since you would claim the sources of my thoughtRecall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed,The reedy traps which other hands have timesTo close upon..

When beauty breaks and falls asunderI feel no grief for it, but wonder.When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,I keep no chip of it for token.I..

In fear of the rich mouthI kissed the thin,--Even that was a trapTo snare me in.Even she, so longThe frail, the scentless,Is become strong,And proves..

She has attained the permanenceShe dreamed of, where old stones lie sunning.Untended stalks blow over herEven and swift, like young men..