While The Billy BoilsSearchIn Possum Land the nights are fair,The streams are fresh and clear;No dust is in the moonlit air,No traffic jars the ear.
With possums gambolling overhead,’Neath western stars so grand,Ah! would that we could make our bedTo-night in Possum Land.
Poem
In Possum Land
by Henry Lawson · 1913
Sources, publication & text notesReference details
Canonical recordPOEM-000145
Copy-textFor Australia and Other Poems (1913), Project Gutenberg Australia, anchor InPossumLand; selected copy retained exactly and independently aligned to the complete 1913 Standard Publishing Company scan (Google Books Db4vAQAAMAAJ)
Source recordSRC-000003
Rights determinationRGT-001126
Text statusCANONICAL TEXT READY
TranscriptionDIPLOMATIC_D208_D180