Mary Hannay Foott

(1846 - 1918 / Australia)

Mary Hannay Foott Poems

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

The horses were ready, the rails were down,
   But the riders lingered still --
   One had a parting word to say,
   And one had his pipe to fill.
Then they mounted, one with a granted prayer,
   And one with a grief unguessed.
   "We are going," they said, as they rode away --
   "Where the pelican builds her nest!"

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