Mary Hannay Foott

(1846 - 1918 / Australia)

Mary Hannay Foott Poems

1. At The Fords Of Jordan 3/1/2010
2. Ave Caesar! Morituri Te Salutant 3/1/2010
3. David's Lament For Jonathan 3/1/2010
4. For Charles Dickens 3/1/2010
5. Happy Days 3/1/2010
6. Happy Days 1/4/2003
7. In Memoriam C. G. Gordon 3/1/2010
8. In The Land Of Dreams 3/1/2010
9. In The South Pacific 3/1/2010
10. In Time Of Drought 3/1/2010
11. Napoleon Iii 3/1/2010
12. Nearing Port 3/1/2010
13. New Country 1/4/2003
14. No Message 1/4/2003
15. No Message 3/1/2010
16. Sonnets - I - Christmas Day 3/1/2010
17. Sonnets - Ii - The New Year 3/1/2010
18. The Aurora Australis 3/1/2010
19. The Australiad - (A Poem For Children.) 3/2/2010
20. The Belated Swallow 3/2/2010
21. The Fate Of Bass 1/1/2004
22. The Future Of Australia 3/2/2010
23. The Magi To The Star 3/2/2010
24. The Massacre Of The Bards 3/2/2010
25. The Melbourne International Exhibition 3/2/2010
26. To Henry The Fifth 3/2/2010
27. To The Virgin Mary 3/2/2010
28. To The White Julienne 3/2/2010
29. Up North 3/2/2010
30. Watch-Night 3/2/2010
31. Wentworth 3/2/2010
32. Where The Pelican Builds 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Mary Hannay Foott

Happy Days

A fringe of rushes -- one green line
   Upon a faded plain;
A silver streak of water-shine --
   Above, tree-watchers twain.
It was our resting-place awhile,
   And still, with backward gaze,
We say: "'Tis many a weary mile --
   But there were happy days."

And shall no ripple break the sand
   Upon our farther way?
Or reedy ranks all knee-deep stand?
   Or leafy tree-tops sway?
The gold of dawn is surely met
   In sunset's lavish ...

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New Country

Conde had come with us all the way --
   Eight hundred miles -- but the fortnight's rest
Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay!
   And Lurline was looking her very best.

Weary and footsore, the cattle strayed
   'Mid the silvery saltbush well content;
Where the creeks lay cool 'neath the gidya's shade
   The stock-horses clustered, travel-spent.

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