
The story revolves around a group of men who gather at a pub to share tales of their adventures on the mountains. The narrator recounts his own experience of being caught in a storm on a May night and having to take shelter in an old hut. He reflects on the harsh conditions and the resilience of the people living in the area.
By Henry Lawson · First published 1894 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Nature · 341 words
'Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin, / These long ‘small hours' of night, / When grass is crisp, and the air is thin, / And the stars come close and bright. / The moon hangs caught in a silvery veil, / From clouds of a steely grey, / And the hard, cold blue of the sky grows pale / In the wonderful Milky Way.
There is something wrong with this star of ours, / A mortal plank unsound, / That cannot be charged to the mighty powers / Who guide the stars around. / Though man is higher than bird or beast, / Though wisdom is still his boast, / He surely resembles Nature least, / And the things that vex her most.
Australian literature · Short story collection · Realism · Regional fiction · Rural setting · Poverty · Social commentary · Class struggle · Outback life · Sheep station · Isolation · Loneliness
A May Night on the Mountains is listed on Textopian as a poem by Henry Lawson, dated 1894 CE.
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