George Gordon McCrae
George Gordon McCrae Poems
- The Silence Of The Bush There’s that in our lone Bush, I know...
- L'Envoi From Balladeadro See where the allied armies camped, ...
- Mamba: (The Bright Eyed) An Ab...
- Forby Sutherland A LANE of elms in June;—the air Of eve ...
- Life’s A Cigar ‘Life’s a cigar’: the wasting body glows; The...
- Morning At Sea In The Tropics NIGHT waned and wasted, and the...
George Gordon McCrae was an Australian poet.
McCrae was born in Leith, Scotland; his father was Andrew Murison McCrae, a writer; his mother was Georgiana McCrae, a painter. George attended a preparatory school in London, and later received lessons from his mother. Georgiana and her four sons emigrated to Melbourne in 1841 following her husband who emigrated in 1839.
After a few years as a surveyor, McCrae joined the Victorian Government service, eventually becoming Deputy Registrar-General, and also a prominent figure in literary circles. Most of his leisure time was spent in writing. His first published work was Two Old Men's ... more »
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The Silence Of The Bush
There’s that in our lone Bush, I know not what,
Which ’genders silence; I’ve all that to learn.
Here, there and everywhere, to loose the knot
That binds the sheaf-band of the taciturn;
It may be where it freezes; where ’tis hot,
Or streams lie silent in the nymph’s cool urn;
In forest depths, or where the lone plain stretches
Sans other roof than sky, o’er heat-worn wretches.
Or ’mid the gully’s fern and sassafras,
Where all is cool green glooms and early dusk,
With silvern foliage in delicious mass
As, sunwards, feel their way the spires of musk;