Henry Kendall

In The Valley By Henry Kendall

In The Valley By Henry Kendall

In The Valley Said the yellow-haired Spirit of Spring To the white-footed Spirit of Snow, “On the wings of the tempest take wing, And leave me the valleys, and go.” And, straightway, the streams were unchained, And the frost-fettered torrents broke free, And the strength of the winter-wind waned In ... »

Etheline By Henry Kendall

Etheline By Henry Kendall

Etheline The heart that once was rich with light, And happy in your grace, Now lieth cold beneath the scorn That gathers on your face; And every joy it knew before, And every templed dream, Is paler than the dying flash On yonder mountain stream. The soul, regretting foundered bliss Amid the wreck o... »

Bellambi’s Maid By Henry Kendall

Bellambi’s Maid By Henry Kendall

Bellambi’s Maid Amongst the thunder-splintered caves On Ocean’s long and windy shore, I catch the voice of dying waves Below the ridges old and hoar; The spray descends in silver showers, And lovely whispers come and go, Like echoes from the happy hours I never more may hope to know! The... »

Moss On A Wall By Henry Kendall

Moss On A Wall By Henry Kendall

Moss On A Wall Dim dreams it hath of singing ways, Of far-off woodland water-heads, And shining ends of April days Amongst the yellow runnel-beds. Stoop closer to the ruined wall, Whereon the wilful wilding sleeps, As if its home were waterfall By dripping clefts and shadowy steeps. A little waif, w... »

Illa Creek By Henry Kendall

Illa Creek By Henry Kendall

Illa Creek A strong sea-wind flies up and sings Across the blown-wet border, Whose stormy echo runs and rings Like bells in wild disorder. Fierce breath hath vexed the foreland’s face, It glistens, glooms, and glistens; But deep within this quiet place Sweet Illa lies and listens. Sweet Illa o... »

Cui Bono By Henry Kendall

Cui Bono By Henry Kendall

Cui Bono A CLAMOUR by day and a whisper by night, And the Summer comes—with the shining noons, With the ripple of leaves, and the passionate light Of the falling suns and the rising moons. And the ripple of leaves and the purple and red Die for the grapes and the gleam of the wheat, And then you may... »

Arakoon By Henry Kendall

Arakoon By Henry Kendall

Arakoon Lo! in storms, the triple-headed Hill, whose dreaded Bases battle with the seas, Looms across fierce widths of fleeting Waters beating Evermore on roaring leas! Arakoon, the black, the lonely! Housed with only Cloud and rain-wind, mist and damp; Round whose foam-drenched feet and nether Dept... »

Lurline (Inscribed To Madame Lucy Escott.) By Henry Kendall

Lurline (Inscribed To Madame Lucy Escott.) By Henry Kendall

Lurline (Inscribed To Madame Lucy Escott.) As you glided and glided before us that time, A mystical, magical maiden, We fancied we looked on a face from the clime Where the poets have builded their Aidenn! And oh, the sweet shadows! And oh, the warm gleams Which lay on the land of our beautiful drea... »

For Ever By Henry Kendall

For Ever By Henry Kendall

For Ever OUT of the body for ever, Wearily sobbing, “Oh, whither?” A Soul that hath wasted its chances Floats on the limitless ether. Lost in dim, horrible blankness; Drifting like wind on a sea, Untraversed and vacant and moaning, Nor shallow nor shore on the lee! Helpless, unfriended, forsaken; Ha... »

By The Sea By Henry Kendall

By The Sea By Henry Kendall

By The Sea The Caves of the sea have been troubled to-day With the water which whitens, and widens, and fills; And a boat with our brother was driven away By a wind that came down from the tops of the hills. Behold I have seen on the threshold again A face in a dazzle of hair! Do you know that she w... »

A Day Of Dream By Henry Kendall

A Day Of Dream By Henry Kendall

A Day Of Dream On that bold hill, against a broad blue stream, stood Arthur Phillip on a day of dream; what time the mists of morning westward rolled and heaven flowered on a bay of gold. Here, in the hour that shines and sounds afar, flamed first Old England’s banner like a star; Here in a ti... »

Intaglio – Frank Denz By Henry Kendall

Intaglio – Frank Denz By Henry Kendall

Intaglio – Frank Denz In the roar of the storm, in the wild bitter voice of the tempest-whipped sea, The cry of my darling, my child, comes ever and ever to me; And I stand where the haggard-faced wood stares down on a sinister shore, But all that is left is the hood of the babe I can cherish ... »

Ella With The Shining Hair By Henry Kendall

Ella With The Shining Hair By Henry Kendall

Ella With The Shining Hair Through many a fragrant cedar grove A darkened water moans; And there pale Memory stood with Love Amongst the moss-green stones. The shimmering sunlight fell and kissed The grasstree’s golden sheaves; But we were troubled with a mist Of music in the leaves. One passed us, ... »

Bell Birds By Henry Kendall

Bell Birds By Henry Kendall

Bell Birds By channels of coolness the echoes are calling, And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling; It lives in the mountain, where moss and the sedges Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges; Through brakes of the cedar and sycamore bowers Struggles the light that is love to the f... »

Mary Rivers By Henry Kendall

Mary Rivers By Henry Kendall

Mary Rivers Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October’s sun— Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run— Twenty shining springs have vanished, full of flower, and leaf, and bird, Since the step of Mary Rivers in your lawny dell was heard! Twenty white-haired Junes hav... »

Hy-Brasil By Henry Kendall

Hy-Brasil By Henry Kendall

Hy-Brasil “Daughter,” said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea, “Turn thy face towards the sunset — turn thy face and kneel with me! Prayer and praise and holy fasting, lips of love and life of light, These and these have made thee perfect — shining saint wit... »

Dedication By Henry Kendall

Dedication By Henry Kendall

Dedication To her who, cast with me in trying days, Stood in the place of health and power and praise; Who, when I thought all light was out, became A lamp of hope that put my fears to shame; Who faced for love’s sole sake the life austere That waits upon the man of letters here; Who, unawares... »

Amongst The Roses By Henry Kendall

Amongst The Roses By Henry Kendall

Amongst The Roses I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon, On Etheline calling and calling! One said: “She will hear you and come to you soon, When the coolness, my brother, is falling.” But I whispered: “O Darling, I falter with pain!” And the thirsty leaves rustled, and hissed for the rain... »

Kooroora By Henry Kendall

Kooroora By Henry Kendall

Kooroora The gums in the gully stand gloomy and stark, A torrent beneath them is leaping, And the wind goes about like a ghost in the dark Where a chief of Wahibbi lies sleeping! He dreams of a battle — of foes of the past, But he hears not the whooping abroad on the blast, Nor the fall of the... »

Foreshadowings By Henry Kendall

Foreshadowings By Henry Kendall

Foreshadowings FIFTEEN miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand, Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native land! Close-reefed topsails shuddering over, straining down the groaning mast; For a tempest cleaves the darkness, hissing, howling, shrieking past! Lo! th... »

By The Cliffs Of The Sea By Henry Kendall

By The Cliffs Of The Sea By Henry Kendall

By The Cliffs Of The Sea In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest, Shut in from the thunder that fills The fog-hidden caves of the west— In a sound of the leaf, and the lute Of the wind on the quiet lagoon, I stand, like a worshipper, mute In the flow of a marvellous t... »

A Birthday Trifle By Henry Kendall

A Birthday Trifle By Henry Kendall

A Birthday Trifle Here in this gold-green evening end, While air is soft and sky is clear, What tender message shall I send To her I hold so dear? What rose of song with breath like myrrh, And leaf of dew and fair pure beams Shall I select and give to her— The lady of my dreams? Alas! the blossom I ... »

In The Depths Of A Forest By Henry Kendall

In The Depths Of A Forest By Henry Kendall

In The Depths Of A Forest In the depths of a Forest secluded and wild, The night voices whisper in passionate numbers; And I’m leaning again, as I did when a child, O’er the grave where my father so quietly slumbers. The years have rolled by with a thundering sound But I knew, O ye woodlands, affect... »

Elijah By Henry Kendall

Elijah By Henry Kendall

Elijah INTO that good old Hebrew’s soul sublime The spirit of the wilderness had passed; For where the thunders of imperial Storm Rolled over mighty hills; and where the caves Of cloud-capt Horeb rang with hurricane; And where wild-featured Solitude did hold Supreme dominion; there the prophet saw A... »

Basil Moss By Henry Kendall

Basil Moss By Henry Kendall

Basil Moss SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song— Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tracts Whose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streams Catch mighty life and voice from thee, and make A lordly harmony on sea-chafed heights. Sing, mountain-wind, and take thine ancient tone, The grand,... »

Merope By Henry Kendall

Merope By Henry Kendall

Merope FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastes—in the face of the splendid Six of the sisters—the star-dowered sisters ineffably bright, Merope sitteth, the shadow-like wife of a monarch unfriended Of Ades—of Orcus, the fierce, the implacable god of the night. Merope—fugitive Merope! lost to thyself a... »

Hunted Down By Henry Kendall

Hunted Down By Henry Kendall

Hunted Down Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man, Been out since the night of escape – two years under horror and ban. In a time full of thunder and rain, when hurricanes hackled the tree, He slipt through the sludge of a drain, and swam a fierce fork of the sea. Thr... »

Cooranbean By Henry Kendall

Cooranbean By Henry Kendall

Cooranbean Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of men Since sound of a voice or a foot came out of the head of that glen. The brand of black devil is there—an evil wind moaneth around— There is doom, there is death in the air: a curse groweth up from the ground! No noise of the... »

Aileen By Henry Kendall

Aileen By Henry Kendall

Aileen A splendid sun betwixt the trees Long spikes of flame did shoot, When turning to the fragrant South, With longing eyes and burning mouth, I stretched a hand athwart the drouth, And plucked at cooling fruit. So thirst was quenched, and hastening on With strength returned to me, I set my face a... »

Kingsborough By Henry Kendall

Kingsborough By Henry Kendall

Kingsborough A waving of hats and of hands, The voices of thousands in one, A shout from the ring and the stands, And a glitter of heads in the sun! “They are off—they are off!” is the roar, As the cracks settle down to the race, With the “yellow and black” to the fore, And the Panic blood forcing t... »

Footfalls By Henry Kendall

Footfalls By Henry Kendall

Footfalls The embers were blinking and clinking away, The casement half open was thrown; There was nothing but cloud on the skirts of the Day, And I sat on the threshold alone! And said to the river which flowed by my door With its beautiful face to the hill, ‘I have waited and waited, all wea... »

Bob By Henry Kendall

Bob By Henry Kendall

Bob SINGER of songs of the hills— Dreamer, by waters unstirred, Back in a valley of rills, Home of the leaf and the bird!— Read in this fall of the year Just the compassionate phrase, Faded with traces of tear, Written in far-away days: “Gone is the light of my lap (Lord, at Thy bidding I bow), Here... »

Mountains By Henry Kendall

Mountains By Henry Kendall

Mountains Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines, Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines; Shimmering mountains, throwing downward on the slopes a mazy glare Where the noonday glory sails through gulfs of calm and glittering air; Stately mounta... »

In Memory Of John Fairfax By Henry Kendall

In Memory Of John Fairfax By Henry Kendall

In Memory Of John Fairfax Because this man fulfilled his days, Like one who walks with steadfast gaze Averted from forbidden ways With lures of fair, false flowerage deep, Behold the Lord whose throne is dim With fires of flaming seraphim— The Christ that suffered sent for him: “He giveth His belove... »

Eighteen Hundred And Sixty-Four By Henry Kendall

Eighteen Hundred And Sixty-Four By Henry Kendall

Eighteen Hundred And Sixty-Four I HEAR no footfall beating through the dark, A lonely gust is loitering at the pane; There is no sound within these forests stark Beyond a splash or two of sullen rain; But you are with us! and our patient land Is filled with long-expected change at last, Though we ha... »

Australian War Song By Henry Kendall

Australian War Song By Henry Kendall

Australian War Song Men have said that ye were sleeping— Hurl, Australians, back the lie; Whet the swords you have in keeping, Forward stand to do or die! Hear ye not, across the ocean, Echoes of the distant fray, Sounds of loud and fierce commotion, Swiftly sweeping on the way? Hearts have woke fro... »

Mount Erebus (A Fragment) By Henry Kendall

Mount Erebus (A Fragment) By Henry Kendall

Mount Erebus (A Fragment) A MIGHTY theatre of snow and fire, Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublime By reason of that lordly solitude Which dwells for ever at the world’s white ends; And in that weird-faced wilderness of ice, There is no human foot, nor any paw Or hoof of beast, but where the shril... »

How The Melbourne Cup Was Won By Henry Kendall

How The Melbourne Cup Was Won By Henry Kendall

How The Melbourne Cup Was Won In the beams of a beautiful day, Made soft by a breeze from the sea, The horses were started away, The fleet-footed thirty and three; Where beauty, with shining attire, Shed more than a noon on the land, Like spirits of thunder and fire They flashed by the fence and the... »

Coogee By Henry Kendall

Coogee By Henry Kendall

Coogee Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white, With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed with light; Haunt of gledes, and restless plovers of the melancholy wail Ever lending deeper pathos to the melancholy gale. There, my brothers, down the fissures, ch... »

After The Hunt By Henry Kendall

After The Hunt By Henry Kendall

After The Hunt Underneath the windy mountain walls Forth we rode, an eager band, By the surges and the verges and the gorges, Till the night was on the land— On the hazy, mazy land! Far away the bounding prey Leapt across the ruts and logs, But we galloped, galloped, galloped on, Till we heard the y... »

King Saul At Gilboa By Henry Kendall

King Saul At Gilboa By Henry Kendall

King Saul At Gilboa With noise of battle and the dust of fray, Half hid in fog, the gloomy mountain lay; But Succoth’s watchers, from their outer fields, Saw fits of flame and gleams of clashing shields; For, where the yellow river draws its spring, The hosts of Israel travelled, thundering! There, ... »

Faith In God By Henry Kendall

Faith In God By Henry Kendall

Faith In God HAVE faith in God. For whosoever lists To calm conviction in these days of strife, Will learn that in this steadfast stand exists The scholarship severe of human life. This face to face with doubt! I know how strong His thews must be who fights and falls and bears, By sleepless nights a... »

Black Lizzie By Henry Kendall

Black Lizzie By Henry Kendall

Black Lizzie THE GLOVED and jewelled bards who sing Of Pippa, Maud, and Dorothea, Have hardly done the handsome thing For you, my inky Cytherea. Flower of a land whose sunny skies Are like the dome of Dante’s clime, They might have praised your lips, your eyes, And, eke, your ankles in their rhyme! ... »

Mountain Moss By Henry Kendall

Mountain Moss By Henry Kendall

Mountain Moss IT LIES amongst the sleeping stones, Far down the hidden mountain glade; And past its brink the torrent moans For ever in a dreamy shade. A little patch of dark-green moss, Whose softness grew of quiet ways (With all its deep, delicious floss) In slumb’rous suns of summer days. You kno... »

In Memory Of Edward Butler By Henry Kendall

In Memory Of Edward Butler By Henry Kendall

In Memory Of Edward Butler A voice of grave, deep emphasis Is in the woods to-night; No sound of radiant day is this, No cadence of the light. Here in the fall and flights of leaves Against grey widths of sea, The spirit of the forests grieves For lost Persephone. The fair divinity that roves Where ... »

Dungog By Henry Kendall

Dungog By Henry Kendall

Dungog HERE, pent about by office walls And barren eyes all day, ’Tis sweet to think of waterfalls Two hundred miles away! I would not ask you, friends, to brook An old, old truth from me, If I could shut a Poet’s book Which haunts me like the Sea! He saith to me, this Poet saith, So many things of ... »

Australia Vindex By Henry Kendall

Australia Vindex By Henry Kendall

Australia Vindex Who cometh from fields of the south With raiment of weeping and woe, And a cry of the heart in her mouth, And a step that is muffled and slow? Her paths are the paths of the sun; Her house is a beautiful light; But she boweth her head, and is one With the daughters of dolour and nig... »

Morning In The Bush By Henry Kendall

Morning In The Bush By Henry Kendall

Morning In The Bush Above the skirts of yellow clouds, The god-like Sun, arrayed In blinding splendour, swiftly rose, And looked athwart the glade; The sleepy dingo watched him break The bonds that curbed his flight; And from his golden tresses shake The fading gems of Night! And wild goburras laugh... »

Heath From The Highlands By Henry Kendall

Heath From The Highlands By Henry Kendall

Heath From The Highlands Here, where the great hills fall away To bays of silver sea, I hold within my hand to-day A wild thing, strange to me. Behind me is the deep green dell Where lives familiar light; The leaves and flowers I know so well Are gleaming in my sight. And yonder is the mountain glen... »

Cleone By Henry Kendall

Cleone By Henry Kendall

Cleone Sing her a song of the sun: Fill it with tones of the stream, — Echoes of waters that run Glad with the gladdening gleam. Let it be sweeter than rain, Lit by a tropical moon: Light in the words of the strain, Love in the ways of the tune. Softer than seasons of sleep: Dearer than life at its ... »

After Many Years By Henry Kendall

After Many Years By Henry Kendall

After Many Years The song that once I dreamed about,    The tender, touching thing, As radiant as the rose without,    The love of wind and wing: The perfect verses, to the tune    Of woodland music set, As beautiful as afternoon,    Remain unwritten yet. It is too late to write them now —    ... »

Kiama Revisited By Henry Kendall

Kiama Revisited By Henry Kendall

Kiama Revisited WE STOOD by the window and hearkened To the voice of the runnels sea-driven, While, northward, the mountain-heads darkened, Girt round with the clamours of heaven. One peak with the storm at his portal Loomed out to the left of his brothers: Sustained, and sublime, and immortal, A ki... »

Fainting By The Way By Henry Kendall

Fainting By The Way By Henry Kendall

Fainting By The Way Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away, Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not stay; Lurid wastelands, pent in silence, thick with hot and thirsty sighs, Where the scanty thorn-leaves twinkle with their haggard, hopeless eyes;... »

Blue Mountain Pioneers By Henry Kendall

Blue Mountain Pioneers By Henry Kendall

Blue Mountain Pioneers The dauntless three! For twenty days and nights These heroes battled with the haughty heights; For twenty spaces of the star and sun These Romans kept their harness buckled on; By gaping gorges, and by cliffs austere, These fathers struggled in the great old year. Their feet t... »

In Memorium; Adam Lindsay Gordon By Henry Kendall

In Memorium; Adam Lindsay Gordon By Henry Kendall

In Memorium; Adam Lindsay Gordon AT rest! Hard by the margin of that sea Whose sounds are mingled with his noble verse, Now lies the shell that never more will house The fine, strong spirit of my gifted friend. Yea, he who flashed upon us suddenly, A shining soul with syllables of fire, Who sang the... »

Drowned At Sea By Henry Kendall

Drowned At Sea By Henry Kendall

Drowned At Sea Gloomy cliffs, so worn and wasted with the washing of the waves, Are ye not like giant tombstones round those lonely ocean graves? Are ye not the sad memorials, telling of a mighty grief — Dark with records ground and lettered into caverned rock and reef? Oh! ye show them, and I know ... »

At Her Window By Henry Kendall

At Her Window By Henry Kendall

At Her Window To-night a strong south wind in thunder sings Across the city. Now by salt wet flats, And ridges perished with the breath of drought, Comes up a deep, sonorous, gulf-like voice — Far-travelled herald of some distant storm — That strikes with harsh gigantic wings the cliff, Where twofol... »

Mooni By Henry Kendall

Mooni By Henry Kendall

Mooni AH, to be by Mooni now! Where the great dark hills of wonder, Scarred with storm and cleft asunder By the strong sword of the thunder, Make a night on morning’s brow! Just to stand where Nature’s face is Flushed with power in forest places— Where of God authentic trace is— Ah, to be by Mooni n... »

Harps We Love By Henry Kendall

Harps We Love By Henry Kendall

Harps We Love The harp we love hath a royal burst! Its strings are mighty forest trees; And branches, swaying to and fro, Are fingers sounding symphonies. The harp we love hath a solemn sound! And rocks amongst the shallow seas Are strings from which the rolling waves Draw forth their stirring harmo... »

Clari By Henry Kendall

Clari By Henry Kendall

Clari Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wife Is the Beauty you showed me this morning: Nor yet have I found the sweet dream of my life, And good-bye to the sneering and scorning. Would you have me cast down in the dark of her frown, Like others who bend at her shrine; And would barter their so... »

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