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|
I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
My swag ain't too heavy to carry, but then I begin to get old.
I came through this way to the diggings -- how long will that be ago now?
Thirty years! how the country has altered, and miles of it under the plough,
And Jack was my mate on the journey -- we both run away from the sea;
He's got on in the world and I haven't, and now he looks sideways on me.
We were mates, and that didn't mean jokers who meets for a yea