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Was an Irish-born poet and journalist, active in New Zealand and Australia.
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David McKee Wright's poems
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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;
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The moon is bright, and the winds are laid, and the river is roaring by;
Orion swings, with his belted lights low down in the western sky;
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Dustily over the highway pipes the loud nor'-wester at morn,
Wind and the rising sun, and waving tussock and corn;
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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.
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In the lands away beyond the sea, where Khan and Sultan rule,
Where they drink their coffee thick and black, and sip the sherbet cool,
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