David McKee Wright (6 August 1869 – 5 February 1928 / Ballynaskeagh / County Down / Ireland)
Poems of David McKee Wright
|2.||An Old Colonist's Reverie||1/4/2003|
|3.||An Old Colonist's Reverie||9/11/2012|
|4.||And Wilt Thou Leave Me Thus?||9/11/2012|
|6.||Forget Not Yet The Tried İntent||9/11/2012|
|8.||I Abide and Abide and Better Abide||9/11/2012|
|9.||I Find No Peace||9/11/2012|
|11.||In the Moonlight||1/3/2003|
|12.||Is it Possible?||9/11/2012|
|13.||Madam, Withouten Many Words||9/11/2012|
|14.||Mine Own John Poynz||9/11/2012|
|15.||My Galley, Chargèd With Forgetfulness||9/11/2012|
|16.||My Lute Awake||9/11/2012|
|17.||Of the Mean and Sure Estate||9/11/2012|
|20.||Since So ye Please To Hear Me Plain||9/11/2012|
There's a sound of many voices in the camp and on the track,
And letters coming up in shoals to stations at the back;
And every boat that crosses from the sunny 'other side'
Is bringing waves of shearers for the swelling of the tide.
For the shearing's coming round, boys, the shearing's coming round,
And the stations of the mountains have begun to hear the sound.
They'll be talking up at Laghmor of the tallies that were shore,