Poems by Henry Kendall
Dedication
... Stood in the place of health and power and praise ...
Caroline Chisholm
... And He charged her to build them a home, where the tears should be dried from their eyes ...
Galatea
... Thy passion for the fair-haired youth whose fleet, light feet perplex me ...
A Mountain Spring
... And gracious nights whose lips with flowers are sweet, ...
After the Hunt
... Dont you hear the yapping of the dogs ...
Faith in God
... His thews must be who fights and falls and bears, ...
Kingsborough
... And the field scattered over the course! ...
News of War
... Nor stirred till night rose stormy, and the deep ...
At Long Bay
... Here first we learned the Love which leaves ...
The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door
... But fill your glasses to the brims, and, through a mist of smiles and tears, ...
Kiama Revisited
... But the Wraith withered out, and the rifted ...
On A Cattle Track
... Like a red smoke the air is, like a hell-light its glare is, ...
Fainting by the Way
... Furnaced wastelands, hunched with hillocks, like to stony billows rolled, ...
Bellambi's Maid
... The clouds troop past the mountain vale, ...
Cooranbean
... From the folds of the forested hills there are ravelled and roundabout tracks, ...
